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