Don't go dumb, we ain't that close to the bay

I'm just talking about, some of the things that we say

It seems we're all at war, with a sinister art

They use the supermarket sales when they administer charts

Now baby, be yourself, man, you don't have to check

You don't have to play the songs that they got in their decks

But where'd the rudeboys go, they're a band on the run

They rap like turning some tricks, but they ain't havin' no fun

Where'd you go, I'm always here

Whatever you need, I'm always near

And I know you, are losing touch

And I know, you're getting dumb

Shoot your TV, come on, I know you can do it

I got a itchy trigger finger, I can walk you right through it

Girls, they talk like Friends, in their lunch conversation

Generation gap jumpers, wrapped in observations

Man, I sell that rap to the Globe And Mail

I'm used to sailing ships just to get those sales

Man, but don't sell out, to the advert crews

30 seconds, take your song, they get it microbrewed

Where'd you go, I'm always here

Whatever you need, I'm always near

And I know you, are losing touch

And I know, you're getting dumb