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]
  Dear God, left, right
  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)
  
  [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
  
  [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