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 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
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