[Verse 1: Pegz] 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 talking chromosomes Myspace hits and jerkin' off when home alone And I ain't blowin' up in the states overnight Unless I'm mile high, strapped with dynamite I'm not the future, I'm still back in ninety-five Diggin' through the crates for dead rappers I idolise I'll never play the Bronx or tour the world 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 droppin' science for sub-atomic proclamations Driven by the urge of progress and domination [Chorus: Merry Clayton] Southern man, you better Keep your head Southern change gonna Come at last Southern man, you better Keep your head Southern change gonna Come at last [Hook: Pegz] Don't let the bullshit go to your head Don't let the bullshit go to your head Go to your head [Verse 2: Pegz] You'll never see me on MTV cribs Bentley sittin' on twenty-three-inch Incredibly rich celebrity tip Bling bling shinin' 'round my neck like P did I'm the prefix to these kings like D-Trix 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 spittin' the cold facts like Roderiguez I stopped dreaming of being a popular artist Toppin' the charts and the Hottest 100 I'm just a novice, got a lot to discover And the love I've been shown is beyond my assumptions I'm honoured to have you listen to the tracks I wrote This ride's been unforgettable like Nat King Cole Coast to coast, meetin' cats with soul People rockin' Obese on their back window And that's dope, punctuate the love and hate I got no regrets like Masta Ace [Chorus: Merry Clayton] Southern man, you better Keep your head Southern change gonna Come at last Southern man, you better Keep your head Southern change gonna Come at last [Hook: Pegz] Don't let the bullshit go to your head Don't let the bullshit go to your head Go to your head [Verse 3: Pegz] I know I'll never make a classic at Abbey Road Or cameo with Elton John or Axle Rose Now, we'll never know sections of wax po On The Tonight Show, dressed in a black robe Afro poppin' out a heritage Kangol Paul Shaffer sucking up letterman's arsehole Legends like Big L better than Pharoahe Lost in the fray and left in the shadows Political speakers sippin' the gin and juice Prodigy, prophets mixing the bitch's brew Even the world's most lyrically invincible Become a dusty pile of records in a digger's room [Chorus: Merry Clayton] Southern man, you better Keep your head Southern change gonna Come at last Southern man, you better Keep your head Southern change gonna Come at last [Hook: Pegz] Don't let the bullshit go to your head Don't let the bullshit go to your head Go to your head Don't let the bullshit go to your head Don't let the bullshit go to your headTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
