Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
To all it was
All it is
And all it shall be
New South
[Bubba Sparxxx]
Uh, yeah, yeah (motherfuckers)
I gotta key Bubba answers, a kilo of questions
The heart for humility, that ego perplexes
Strength, will and honor, a hero`s possessions
On the road to destiny I need no directions
Far to Southerners, the best man the winner
And only this morning does the best man remember
Fighters seen the weak, more success than inventors
And a saint never ever suffers less than a sinner
But I`m proud to admit that this shit no longer
Phases or amazes me, I only grow stronger
At any given moment this world can so long ya
Box you up, drop you in the dirt and slow song ya
So every blessed minute I`m breathin
I`m conceivin, for when I do perish, reasons for your grievin
That`s not to say I plan on leavin here this evening
I`ll be in Honolulu with Steven next season
[Chorus]
Dear God, left, right
Life will pass by
Breathe in, exhale
I scream, you yell
New South! (New South!)
New South! (New South!)
Ew, a ew, (break it down)
Ew, a ew (break it down)
[Duddy Ken]
And we gonna rush `em with a blitz on this
Go round the world and hit every other upper scale and project brick with it
Bubba Sparxxx who meet with the Organized Godly beat
Man it`s funny how God can be when you work hard to achieve
It`s still slaw nigga (*vocal scratch*), spittin that Pac liquor
This is straight up pocket party, your summer that not nigga
classical rhymes got most cats tryna battle with Ken
Bet they won`t go up shit creek without they paddle again
Come down to my town, bet you won`t visit Athens again
And I write that hard har, roll like I got crack in my pen
But since your so happy that things go exactly as planned
Don`t clack if we land, then it`s crack a lackin again
Then most of these clowns up outta the pay
All I need is a stout, clean your coolatta and day
And the day that I`m able to finally get outta the game
What this hip hop has become is what the New South gotta change
Bring it back
[Chorus]
[Bubba Sparxxx]
What difference does it make, who I`m affiliated with
Cause if you love `em, how could you have really hated this
All the groundbreakin these hillbilly maders did
Wasn`t no room for +Bubba Talk+ until we made it did
I flow for Jimmy Mathis on that bus route daily
And for momma June and all she fuss about lately
I`m a get it white, if your hairless for Governor
I`m tellin y`all the yanks ain`t prepared for this southerner
C-Dub certified, DF, dignitary
Beat Club, they applaud, New South, visionary
In spite of the efforts y`all made to pigeon hole me
I rose from the pig shit without a smidgen on me
At 15, 90, Adam`s drive makin miracles
For these many much, yes and everyday is pivotal
I`m no entertainer so what I say is literal
You say you New South, faker tat it on your genitals
[Chorus] - 2X
