Man from the South

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