New South Lyrics - Deliverance - Bubba Sparxxx

(feat. Duddy Ken) 

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) 

Live die, laugh, cry, 

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) 

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(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 

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(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)