Released: February 13, 2012
Featuring: Gary Samurai Tribe One
Songwriter: Adam WarRock
Producer: Vince Vandal
[Intro]
Meanwhile, somewhere in the Deep South...
A young child opens his eyes and sees the world
[Verse 1: Adam WarRock]
Down in the South I grew up next to the trailer park trash
Next to the cats who drove in tricked Cadillacs
Next to the pick-up trucks with winches in their tires
All back with the mudflaps
Next to the hood where if you drive down the wrong streets you get shot at, son
How could a cat in all of that survive the impact
Of being neither white or black
He learned to make the tighter raps
In fact they Whistle Dixie in my face and I laughed
I learned to look beyond the shadow of Confederate flags
Yo, southern 'til I die nerdy gangster and laddish
Cause I practice my verbal acrobatics snackin' on catfish
And it's still as big a part of me as you'll ever know
Cause I'm a southern gentleman, I probably tell better jokes
So watch while me and Tribe and Gary S. reppin' it steady
With infinite effort sweating in ninety degree temperatures
So when my drawl leaks out my rhymes
Y'all just gettin' a little bit of that part of me that's inside
[Chorus]
This is the civil war
Between cats who blast for scrilla more
For the cats who get dap over the illest score
Growin' up down in the south play the rap tracks
Comics in our backpacks some used to get laughed at
Civil war this is our registration act
Signin' up for battle in the places we at
And we reppin' from the Smokies to Atlanta's underground
Dirty South Avengers and we're holdin' the crown
[Verse 2: Tribe One]
They call it south of the north and north of the south
But down in Georgia we're the sort
To look the horse in the mouth
From how we get down and perform
In an assortment of styles
And crowds come out to support
In exorbitant amounts
Sound resoundin' from the floor to the clouds
'til it's heard from the couch on the porch
Next door to your house now
And they could tell I was a stranger down in ATL
West coast poster child fell without a safety rail
Set aside cause I never quite identified
With traffickin', big pimpin' or confederate rebel pride
They had me thinkin' in a box I didn't fit inside
Until my initial visit into Little Five
And now I'm rockin' acapellas for every mood
Wishin' on a star bar stage until it's coming true
And even though we put our trust in a criminal
I will always be more dusty than digital
[Adam WarRock]
Dirty South Avengers and we're holding the crown
[Verse 3: Gary Samurai]
Okay, it's Gary from the south side
Samurai split your mouth wide
Atlanta raised remember the days
When I dreaded outside
Bit my tongue a lot but now-a-days I let my thoughts fly
Hawkeye, I've seen it all so I know what's up
Reading on some Shōnen Jump
Used to get bullied
Now the same fellas see my buzz and try to use the pulley effect
I wreck with Adam and now I'll start for massive miles
Nerdcore's alive
You should peep our ravenous styles
[Verse 4: Adam WarRock]
Dirty South Avengers and we're holding the crown
Anti-registration reality television
Right to work states and the places that I'm livin' in
You're givin' in because the powers that be
Don't seem to care about you and me, true indeed
I'm standing in the city where
Martin Luther King was murdered
And a region where these hooded-men
Raised crosses while burning them
Where Elvis co-opted black culture while shakin' his hips
Where nothing's sweet except iced tea that we sip
South of the Mason Dixon is the places we're livin'
This ain't cowboys and indians
Mississippi we're swimmin' in
Until we're drownin'
The river goes past
People gamble their lives 'til their run out of cash
From the blue grass of Kentucky
To the hot springs of AK
Slums of Alabama to the streets of the A
To the ninth ward of New Orleans lovers and VA
From Everglades and Florida's the place that I stay
And no, I won't sign on the dotted line
'Cause though I steady rep the South
I got a lot on my mind
From the mega churches and bill boards talkin' of end times
And the pro-lifers with crosses on the highway side
Yeah
You can try to take the boy out the south
But you can't take the south out the southern boy
It's as big a part of me as I'll ever talk about
And that's why, like base one, I gotta declare war
(this is war)
On those who never gave south respect
(This is war)
On all the racism that still exists
This is a civil war
Not what you're used to before
It's an inner battle so we're here to
Settle the score
[Outro]
The following is a list of hip hop aliases
I believe should be used by Adam WarRock:
World WarRock
The Warden
New Adam West
Rocky Dubs - dubs like w
A-Dubs
Adam 80's - cause he's a child of the eighties
Ahnest Abe - cause his last name is Ahn
The Comix Missile - comics spelled c-o-m-i-x
Wario
S. Ahn K. - like SNK that's for you Neo Geo fans
Issue # 1
And of course: The Mouth Korean
Meanwhile, somewhere in the Deep South...
A young child opens his eyes and sees the world
[Verse 1: Adam WarRock]
Down in the South I grew up next to the trailer park trash
Next to the cats who drove in tricked Cadillacs
Next to the pick-up trucks with winches in their tires
All back with the mudflaps
Next to the hood where if you drive down the wrong streets you get shot at, son
How could a cat in all of that survive the impact
Of being neither white or black
He learned to make the tighter raps
In fact they Whistle Dixie in my face and I laughed
I learned to look beyond the shadow of Confederate flags
Yo, southern 'til I die nerdy gangster and laddish
Cause I practice my verbal acrobatics snackin' on catfish
And it's still as big a part of me as you'll ever know
Cause I'm a southern gentleman, I probably tell better jokes
So watch while me and Tribe and Gary S. reppin' it steady
With infinite effort sweating in ninety degree temperatures
So when my drawl leaks out my rhymes
Y'all just gettin' a little bit of that part of me that's inside
[Chorus]
This is the civil war
Between cats who blast for scrilla more
For the cats who get dap over the illest score
Growin' up down in the south play the rap tracks
Comics in our backpacks some used to get laughed at
Civil war this is our registration act
Signin' up for battle in the places we at
And we reppin' from the Smokies to Atlanta's underground
Dirty South Avengers and we're holdin' the crown
[Verse 2: Tribe One]
They call it south of the north and north of the south
But down in Georgia we're the sort
To look the horse in the mouth
From how we get down and perform
In an assortment of styles
And crowds come out to support
In exorbitant amounts
Sound resoundin' from the floor to the clouds
'til it's heard from the couch on the porch
Next door to your house now
And they could tell I was a stranger down in ATL
West coast poster child fell without a safety rail
Set aside cause I never quite identified
With traffickin', big pimpin' or confederate rebel pride
They had me thinkin' in a box I didn't fit inside
Until my initial visit into Little Five
And now I'm rockin' acapellas for every mood
Wishin' on a star bar stage until it's coming true
And even though we put our trust in a criminal
I will always be more dusty than digital
[Adam WarRock]
Dirty South Avengers and we're holding the crown
[Verse 3: Gary Samurai]
Okay, it's Gary from the south side
Samurai split your mouth wide
Atlanta raised remember the days
When I dreaded outside
Bit my tongue a lot but now-a-days I let my thoughts fly
Hawkeye, I've seen it all so I know what's up
Reading on some Shōnen Jump
Used to get bullied
Now the same fellas see my buzz and try to use the pulley effect
I wreck with Adam and now I'll start for massive miles
Nerdcore's alive
You should peep our ravenous styles
[Verse 4: Adam WarRock]
Dirty South Avengers and we're holding the crown
Anti-registration reality television
Right to work states and the places that I'm livin' in
You're givin' in because the powers that be
Don't seem to care about you and me, true indeed
I'm standing in the city where
Martin Luther King was murdered
And a region where these hooded-men
Raised crosses while burning them
Where Elvis co-opted black culture while shakin' his hips
Where nothing's sweet except iced tea that we sip
South of the Mason Dixon is the places we're livin'
This ain't cowboys and indians
Mississippi we're swimmin' in
Until we're drownin'
The river goes past
People gamble their lives 'til their run out of cash
From the blue grass of Kentucky
To the hot springs of AK
Slums of Alabama to the streets of the A
To the ninth ward of New Orleans lovers and VA
From Everglades and Florida's the place that I stay
And no, I won't sign on the dotted line
'Cause though I steady rep the South
I got a lot on my mind
From the mega churches and bill boards talkin' of end times
And the pro-lifers with crosses on the highway side
Yeah
You can try to take the boy out the south
But you can't take the south out the southern boy
It's as big a part of me as I'll ever talk about
And that's why, like base one, I gotta declare war
(this is war)
On those who never gave south respect
(This is war)
On all the racism that still exists
This is a civil war
Not what you're used to before
It's an inner battle so we're here to
Settle the score
[Outro]
The following is a list of hip hop aliases
I believe should be used by Adam WarRock:
World WarRock
The Warden
New Adam West
Rocky Dubs - dubs like w
A-Dubs
Adam 80's - cause he's a child of the eighties
Ahnest Abe - cause his last name is Ahn
The Comix Missile - comics spelled c-o-m-i-x
Wario
S. Ahn K. - like SNK that's for you Neo Geo fans
Issue # 1
And of course: The Mouth Korean
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