Go to Your Head

[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 head