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The Geechi Is Over Video (MV)




Performed By: K-Hill
Length: 3:49
Written by: Kelvin Hill




K-Hill - The Geechi Is Over Lyrics




South's got something to say
South's got something to say
South's got something to say

And so they try to blame Gucci Mane for they shortcomings
Pointing fingers at 2 Chainz cuz ya'll ain't bumping
I told these little brothers find your niche
Make a mark in the world and put your foot where you fit
Been in the game too long to worry bout how they got that cake
Cuz what they ate never made me defecate but wait
I'm from the land of them "geechies" the home of them "coons"
So when you disrespect the South you talkin bout me too
I was influenced by the Chuck Ds, Brother Js and Scarface
Southern baptist grounded even in a hard place
I was taught to maneuver and think like a king
Won't let these m************ still my dream
So you can call us slow and you can call us cotton pickers
The stats gone show that we still getting pumpernickel
A gullah that's gully and educated and we bout that bout
At feels good to be a man from the south and I'm out

And so the days of the geechee is over
I came to inform y'all my southern hospitality's colder
We done rose above the ranks and broke away the chains
And now we brushin shoulders with the Yanks yes sir
I said the days of the geechee is over
I came to inform y'all my southern hospitality's colder
We done rose above the ranks and broke away the chains
And now we're brushin shoulders with the Yanks yes sir

Pray for my pen pray that I don't verbally sin
A million ways to kill a race with channels clear than gin
So you won't hear this on the radio Flex won't support this
But Tom Joyner gets love for doing all them coon skits
Pardon my disrespect to you pah
But Tommy I got kids in the car
And I won't let your programs deprogram
Everything that I instilled just to get you a laugh
But the problems much bigger though I can run a lottery
Sex, crimes, and drugs and kids popping mollies
Rappers said I'm too preachy good that means I stand out
Your show is regular like rigby and moedecai
I got a purpose much bigger than Hill
I rather talk about the plight of John McNeil
And how he took a stand for his fam and he's finally out
It feels good to be a brother from the south and I'm out

And so the days of the geechee is over
I came to inform y'all my southern hospitality's colder
We done rose above the ranks and broke away the chains
And now we're brushin shoulders with the Yanks yes sir
I said the days of the geechee is over
I came to inform y'all my southern hospitality's colder
We done rose above the ranks and broke away the chains
And now we're brushin shoulders with the Yanks yes sir

Hambone Hambone have you heard
We no longer succeed or indenture serve
We expanded the block I'm bigger than the curb
I'm more than raps about pills or strippers being birds
Call me self righteous screw you
I'll be damned be part of a scene where the world chastise us
And they still think we jigaboo
That's how Jay-Z infiltrated the south by making "nigga what nigga who"
And the markets fell for it
I wish master p would be signed an artist like me to balance the forces
But my mind might change if I got that change
It's hard to recognize afflictions in the rear view of a Range
That why they throw us whips and chains cause we're used to that
We're so true to that
But we're still educated and we bout that bout
It feels good to be a rapper from the south and i'm out

I said the days of the geechee is over
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South's got something to say
South's got something to say
South's got something to say

And so they try to blame Gucci Mane for they shortcomings
Pointing fingers at 2 Chainz cuz ya'll ain't bumping
I told these little brothers find your niche
Make a mark in the world and put your foot where you fit
Been in the game too long to worry bout how they got that cake
Cuz what they ate never made me defecate but wait
I'm from the land of them "geechies" the home of them "coons"
So when you disrespect the South you talkin bout me too
I was influenced by the Chuck Ds, Brother Js and Scarface
Southern baptist grounded even in a hard place
I was taught to maneuver and think like a king
Won't let these m************ still my dream
So you can call us slow and you can call us cotton pickers
The stats gone show that we still getting pumpernickel
A gullah that's gully and educated and we bout that bout
At feels good to be a man from the south and I'm out

And so the days of the geechee is over
I came to inform y'all my southern hospitality's colder
We done rose above the ranks and broke away the chains
And now we brushin shoulders with the Yanks yes sir
I said the days of the geechee is over
I came to inform y'all my southern hospitality's colder
We done rose above the ranks and broke away the chains
And now we're brushin shoulders with the Yanks yes sir

Pray for my pen pray that I don't verbally sin
A million ways to kill a race with channels clear than gin
So you won't hear this on the radio Flex won't support this
But Tom Joyner gets love for doing all them coon skits
Pardon my disrespect to you pah
But Tommy I got kids in the car
And I won't let your programs deprogram
Everything that I instilled just to get you a laugh
But the problems much bigger though I can run a lottery
Sex, crimes, and drugs and kids popping mollies
Rappers said I'm too preachy good that means I stand out
Your show is regular like rigby and moedecai
I got a purpose much bigger than Hill
I rather talk about the plight of John McNeil
And how he took a stand for his fam and he's finally out
It feels good to be a brother from the south and I'm out

And so the days of the geechee is over
I came to inform y'all my southern hospitality's colder
We done rose above the ranks and broke away the chains
And now we're brushin shoulders with the Yanks yes sir
I said the days of the geechee is over
I came to inform y'all my southern hospitality's colder
We done rose above the ranks and broke away the chains
And now we're brushin shoulders with the Yanks yes sir

Hambone Hambone have you heard
We no longer succeed or indenture serve
We expanded the block I'm bigger than the curb
I'm more than raps about pills or strippers being birds
Call me self righteous screw you
I'll be damned be part of a scene where the world chastise us
And they still think we jigaboo
That's how Jay-Z infiltrated the south by making "nigga what nigga who"
And the markets fell for it
I wish master p would be signed an artist like me to balance the forces
But my mind might change if I got that change
It's hard to recognize afflictions in the rear view of a Range
That why they throw us whips and chains cause we're used to that
We're so true to that
But we're still educated and we bout that bout
It feels good to be a rapper from the south and i'm out

I said the days of the geechee is over
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Writer: Kelvin Hill
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