Man from the South Songtext
von Norman Sann

Chef Sanchez is back to make you nod your head
Lyrical buffet, keeping you all fed with pizza, pasta, and bread
I hope you came hungry, cause it′s a Golden Corral when I'm on the grind like Tony
I hope you′re soul starving, these bars no candy
I bring the mayhem like my name Mandy
They say I'm underrated, no they just don't understand me
Now watch me make a gourmet meal with things I found in the pantry
They give you leftovers, I give you real
Check out the oil my Cadillac spills
I know that was random, but you know the deal
Nostalgia sells and I′m trying to get to the mills ha

Once upon a time, a long time ago
Before being in your 30s made you a dinosaur
I turned on the TV and saw a show
About a man from the South with a heart of gold


Hey, but mine′s all blackened I'm not Cajun, but I feel like Gambit
I′m about to make a name for myself and play my cards like MAGIC
They all gathering, as soon as I start rapping, bar splattering
So damn hard, I'm bone shattering
Miami red light district with the raps I be unraveling
Like roaches when the lights come on, when I show up, they scattering
They used to call me lame, but now this square be at the Madison
Bringing real hip hop back, like I be time traveling
I got an incredible talent, but I feel like don′t none of it matter
If you're not willing to give up your soul and hand it to Lucy on top of a platter
I see how quick they get famous, but they unravel immediately after
I heard they went to that party oiled up by the. okay, the veil is finally shattered
They spirit officially tattered
These rappers get locked up and tattle
How do they fans still put on a saddle
How do you sue somebody for a battle
If it was you winning would it have mattered
I′m starting to see it take shape
I recognize all of the patterns

Cause once upon a time, a long time ago
Before being in your 30s made you a dinosaur
I turned on the TV and saw a show
About a man from the South with a heart of gold


Hey, but mine's not gold
Mine's all black like Blade
I′m supposed to be the light, but I′d rather live in the shade
What a time to be alive for a young spade
Cause back before four flats on a Cadillac Escalade, it was whips and chains
And watching strange fruit hang from the popple trees
Now your pops can just up and leave
Used to be property
Now we can buy properties
It's a damn shame they judge me because I speak properly
But who′s stopping me
No one got it wrapped like a Straitjacket the way I'm rapping
Feel like I done struck 10,000 matches
Who want the static
You′ll be shocked once you see what I'm grabbing
This thing will have you seeing a whole new world, now you Aladdin
Trouble
You got it out the mud I got it out the rubble
Huh
Your parents bailed you out I had to learn to hustle
News flash, they don′t love you
I hate to burst your bubble
But as soon as they don't get a slice I promise they gonna cut you

Once upon a time, a long time ago
Before they put a Negro on the microphone
I turned on the TV and saw a show
About a man from the South with a heart of gold