(Intro) Check it now, the Rock’s in the house, We ain’t quiet, nah, we’re as loud as a grouse. East Coast vibin with a mind so clear, Newfoundland’s awake, now it’s time to steer. (Verse 1) From the cliffs to the harbors, we’ve seen it all, Weathered every storm, we’ve answered the call. Trudeau, you’ve been slippin', playin' your hand, But we’re wise to the game, we understand. You’ve danced around the truth, tried to disguise, But we see through the fog, no more surprise. From the rugged coast to the city lights, Newfoundlanders unite, we’re ready to fight. (Pre-Chorus) We got the web on fire, buzzin’ like bees, Newfoundlanders spreadin’ truth like a cool ocean breeze. Memes so sharp, they’ll cut through the haze, We’re takin’ the mic, time to set ablaze. (Chorus) The jig is up, no more playin’ the fool, Newfoundland’s in the know, we’ve seen the tool. From the North Atlantic to the Labrador snow, Trudeau, your time’s done, it’s time to go. The jig is up, can’t hide from the net, Newfoundland’s callin’ you out, time to pay your debt. (Verse 2) Out here on the Rock, we’re built from stone, Weathered the storms, we stand on our own. From the kitchen parties to the rugged trails, Newfoundlanders know the truth never fails. We got voices loud, breakin’ through the fog, Trudeau, your time’s up, like an old sea dog. From Port aux Basques to Twillingate’s shore, We’re done with the lies, can’t take no more. (Bridge) On the forums, in the chats, we’re spinnin’ the yarn, Takin’ back our rights, we’re soundin’ the alarm. East Coast wisdom, from the elders to the youth, We’re droppin’ rhymes hard, speakin’ the truth. (Pre-Chorus) We got the web on fire, buzzin’ like bees, Newfoundlanders spreadin’ truth like a cool ocean breeze. Memes so sharp, they’ll cut through the haze, We’re takin’ the mic, time to set ablaze. (Chorus) The jig is up, no more playin’ the fool, Newfoundland’s in the know, we’ve seen the tool. From the North Atlantic to the Labrador snow, Trudeau, your time’s done, it’s time to go. The jig is up, can’t hide from the net, Newfoundland’s callin’ you out, time to pay your debt. (Outro) So here’s the deal, straight from the Rock, Newfoundlanders ain’t fallin’ for the talk. The jig is up, the clock’s tickin’ fast, Trudeau, your game’s over, we’ve spoken at last. East Coast pride, we stand tall and free, Newfoundland’s done, and now we decree.
