Go To Your Head

I know I'll never rock the cover of a Rolling Stone

Or rock a show on the main stage of BDO

And I ain't going gold unless we're talking chromosomes

MySpace hits are jerking off in home alone

And I ain't blowing up in the States overnight

Unless I'm mile high strapped with dynamite

I'm not the future, I'm still back in '95

Digging through the crates for dead rappers I idolize

I'll never play the Bronx or tour the world

And pack Madison Square with beautiful girls

I'll never be nominated, heavily compensated

Inducted to the Hall of Fame next to some of the greatest

And that's okay, the streets know I'm underrated

And I don't think about awards or the dollar payment

I'm dropping science with subatomic proclamations

Driven by the urge of progress and domination

Southern man, you better keep your head

Southern change is gonna come at last

Southern man, you better keep your head

Southern change is gonna come at last

Southern man, don't let the bullshit go to your head

Don't let the bullshit go to your head

Your head, Southern man

Go to your head

You'll never see me on MTV Cribs

Bentley sitting on 23 inch

Incredibly rich celebrity tiff

Bling bling shining 'round my neck like P. Didd

I'm the prefix to these kings like Dietrichs

Street kids got me on the wall of their dream crib

People in the struggle know their car don't need rims

Diamond rings and a collection of sneakers

I speak to a chosen few, God's creatures

Cult leaders spitting the cold facts like Rodriguez

I stopped dreaming of being a popular artist

Topping the charts and the Hotter's 100

I'm just a novice, got a lot to discover

And the love I've been shown's beyond my assumptions

I'm honored to have you listen to the tracks I wrote

This ride's been unforgettable like Nat King Cole

Coast to coast, meeting cats with soul

People rocking Obeasts on the back window

And that's dope, punctuate the love and hate

I got no regrets like Masta Ace

Southern man, you better keep your head

Southern change is gonna come at last

Southern man, you better keep your head

Southern change is gonna come at last

Southern man, don't let the bullshit go to your head

Don't let the bullshit go to your head

Your head, Southern man

Go to your head

I know I'll never make a classic at Abbey Road

Or cameo with Elton John or Axl Rose

And now we'll never know the sections of Waxpo

On The Tonight Show dressed in a black robe

Afro popping out of Heritage Kangol

Paul Shaffer sucking up Letterman's asshole

Legends like Big L, better than Pharoahe

Lost in the fray and left in the shadows

Political speakers sipping the gin and juice

Prodigy's prophets mixing the bitches brew

Even the world's most lyrically invincible

Become a dusty pile of records in a digger's room

Southern man, you better keep your head

Southern change is gonna come at last

Southern man, you better keep your head

Southern change is gonna come at last

Southern man, don't let the bullshit go to your head

Don't let the bullshit go to your head

Your head, Southern man

Go to your head

Southern man, don't let the bullshit go to your head

Don't let the bullshit go to your head

Your head, Southern man

Your head, oh Southern man

Can't you hear me?

Southern man, keep your head

Southern change has got to come

You gotta stop