歌曲 | Mayday |
歌手 | Krizz Kaliko |
歌手 | YoungStar |
专辑 | Kickin' & Screamin' |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Mayday, mayday, mayday! | |
My name is Krizz Kaliko | |
I'm totally alone out here | |
Well, if there's maybe just one of you left | |
If anybody's out there, anybody.. please... help! | |
[Verse 1: Krizz Kaliko] | |
This music game here is in a state of emergency | |
All about currency, wackness reoccurring with urgency | |
Can't take it any more | |
Maybe I'm getting too old, mouth piece just too cold | |
It's getting me swole | |
I need to occupy hip-hop like it's my concubine | |
But I'm the nigga so that mean I gotta be the breaker one | |
Tell Rittz to pull the trigger, all them niggas is done | |
If I miss then all the hits you can name under the sun | |
It's a trick and how they doing this, music is done | |
Tell man don't light me up | |
Tell the weed people light me up | |
Your CD don't hype me up | |
YouTube fans like me up | |
You too loose man, tighten up | |
I don't need to be a freshman, I'm fresh, no yes men | |
Rap 'til I can't breathe, let me catch my breath and | |
Industry needs epinephrine | |
Pastor what you see better get the reverend | |
Rapping overseas but I rap Midwestern | |
Krizz the bees knees so I guess the best in | |
Me I get steeper than your depth perception | |
M.C.s believe in me and there's no question | |
This is my S.O.S. to you | |
And also F.U. too and I won't step to you again | |
And I'mma hold my breath for you to stop these checks | |
Comin' in and these train wreck so many men | |
Try to save it try to stay connected resurrected | |
Never expecting me to win | |
One of hip-hop's last few legends | |
I'm holding a grudge until the end hollering | |
[Hook] | |
Mayday | |
Anybody can you hear me? | |
Yeah, me | |
Why do they mistreat us, save us | |
Aimless bastards leave us, shameless | |
By the time we're rich and famous | |
All our art will be forsaken | |
While you're waiting sides are taken | |
Nonsense they just keep on makin' | |
While our last breath we are taking | |
We don't want our heartbeats just to stop...stop... | |
Stop | |
[Verse 2: Rittz] | |
They know me on the internet | |
But they don't wanna see me on a magazine cover | |
Half of these rap barrels never seen struggle | |
I've been fighting all my life but never let my knees buckle | |
Now I finally made it, everyone wanna see us stuck up | |
We suckin to these industries suckas, please | |
Fuck 'em, I can barely afford to eat supper | |
Now you tellin me to word it out, but then | |
Another years we hustle | |
Makin music, and then somebody wanna eat a piece sucka fuck | |
You in the stab back, and ya wack rap | |
You suck, you suck, he sucks too | |
They rap, he's wack, she rap, freeze that | |
It's killing me, but you an MC, whats new | |
Just treat me, you should go to college | |
You could join the army, you could be a barber | |
You can be anything you wanna be, but not a rap artist | |
Your lyrics ain't cuttin it, you suckas are performers | |
Sorry to inform ya but you mad and wanna battle me | |
Gonna need some Walmart trying to keep on calm but | |
Every time I log on, the war starts | |
Seein but you should know that you gonna piss me off | |
The dramas as worse than the rappers are | |
Fans say they try to be spectacular | |
The next minute we talkin bout how wack you are | |
Its no wonder why I always wanna smack someone | |
I need a magic wand, abracadabra, gone | |
Your shit is passed beyond bad it scratches chrome | |
You need to practice some, I hear ya rap and yawn | |
That bullshit I heard you spit, you'll never have this run | |
Bullshit music fucked this game up | |
You should be embarassed, you should be ashamed of | |
Ever trying to rap I think it's time to change up | |
Listen Krizz Kaliko, everybody goes hollerin' | |
[Hook] | |
[Verse 3: Chamillionaire] | |
Here we go now | |
Horror flick, you should start with the sequel | |
Peephole, what I saw to deceive you | |
I’m the doctor that walks in and greets you | |
And serve you a smile like I’m all for the people | |
Meanwhile I’m the wrong one to speak to | |
To hell with a park all my dogs will delete you | |
The bars are illegal and all this is lethal | |
It’s Conrad Murray when he walk in and greet you | |
I sharpen the needles, let it rewind | |
Badder flow, that’ll mess up your mind | |
Got a Kaliko, got a Tech and a N9ne | |
And more weapons then everyone on this record combined | |
And that’s strange | |
Cause I seem so nice, I seen your wife | |
No better yet, I seen her twice | |
She needed flights, I got ‘em when I seen the price | |
And let her roll with me like she had some green to dice | |
I know it’s been a while since I sold at platinum too | |
A million and a million and-a-half of you | |
You tell me I’m the rapper you was rappin’ to | |
I have you lookin’ like a mummy when they rappin’ you | |
Don't be up with my face when I'm asking you | |
You better leave space like a NASA crew | |
I didn’t have dollars, now I have a few | |
And now they look at my garage and tell me that’s a zoo | |
Is that a Jaguar? | |
Of course it is, I purchased it because the corpse’ll fit | |
And this trunk is bigger than the Porsche’s is | |
They say I changed, well I call it metamorphosis | |
Fast lane, get the hell up outta my lane | |
Your brain will never be as quick as my brain | |
And the people will only kill ya for your timeframe | |
But I got a bullet that’ll get within your mindframe | |
[Hook] |
Mayday, mayday, mayday! | |
My name is Krizz Kaliko | |
I' m totally alone out here | |
Well, if there' s maybe just one of you left | |
If anybody' s out there, anybody.. please... help! | |
Verse 1: Krizz Kaliko | |
This music game here is in a state of emergency | |
All about currency, wackness reoccurring with urgency | |
Can' t take it any more | |
Maybe I' m getting too old, mouth piece just too cold | |
It' s getting me swole | |
I need to occupy hiphop like it' s my concubine | |
But I' m the nigga so that mean I gotta be the breaker one | |
Tell Rittz to pull the trigger, all them niggas is done | |
If I miss then all the hits you can name under the sun | |
It' s a trick and how they doing this, music is done | |
Tell man don' t light me up | |
Tell the weed people light me up | |
Your CD don' t hype me up | |
YouTube fans like me up | |
You too loose man, tighten up | |
I don' t need to be a freshman, I' m fresh, no yes men | |
Rap ' til I can' t breathe, let me catch my breath and | |
Industry needs epinephrine | |
Pastor what you see better get the reverend | |
Rapping overseas but I rap Midwestern | |
Krizz the bees knees so I guess the best in | |
Me I get steeper than your depth perception | |
M. C. s believe in me and there' s no question | |
This is my S. O. S. to you | |
And also F. U. too and I won' t step to you again | |
And I' mma hold my breath for you to stop these checks | |
Comin' in and these train wreck so many men | |
Try to save it try to stay connected resurrected | |
Never expecting me to win | |
One of hiphop' s last few legends | |
I' m holding a grudge until the end hollering | |
Hook | |
Mayday | |
Anybody can you hear me? | |
Yeah, me | |
Why do they mistreat us, save us | |
Aimless bastards leave us, shameless | |
By the time we' re rich and famous | |
All our art will be forsaken | |
While you' re waiting sides are taken | |
Nonsense they just keep on makin' | |
While our last breath we are taking | |
We don' t want our heartbeats just to stop... stop... | |
Stop | |
Verse 2: Rittz | |
They know me on the internet | |
But they don' t wanna see me on a magazine cover | |
Half of these rap barrels never seen struggle | |
I' ve been fighting all my life but never let my knees buckle | |
Now I finally made it, everyone wanna see us stuck up | |
We suckin to these industries suckas, please | |
Fuck ' em, I can barely afford to eat supper | |
Now you tellin me to word it out, but then | |
Another years we hustle | |
Makin music, and then somebody wanna eat a piece sucka fuck | |
You in the stab back, and ya wack rap | |
You suck, you suck, he sucks too | |
They rap, he' s wack, she rap, freeze that | |
It' s killing me, but you an MC, whats new | |
Just treat me, you should go to college | |
You could join the army, you could be a barber | |
You can be anything you wanna be, but not a rap artist | |
Your lyrics ain' t cuttin it, you suckas are performers | |
Sorry to inform ya but you mad and wanna battle me | |
Gonna need some Walmart trying to keep on calm but | |
Every time I log on, the war starts | |
Seein but you should know that you gonna piss me off | |
The dramas as worse than the rappers are | |
Fans say they try to be spectacular | |
The next minute we talkin bout how wack you are | |
Its no wonder why I always wanna smack someone | |
I need a magic wand, abracadabra, gone | |
Your shit is passed beyond bad it scratches chrome | |
You need to practice some, I hear ya rap and yawn | |
That bullshit I heard you spit, you' ll never have this run | |
Bullshit music fucked this game up | |
You should be embarassed, you should be ashamed of | |
Ever trying to rap I think it' s time to change up | |
Listen Krizz Kaliko, everybody goes hollerin' | |
Hook | |
Verse 3: Chamillionaire | |
Here we go now | |
Horror flick, you should start with the sequel | |
Peephole, what I saw to deceive you | |
I' m the doctor that walks in and greets you | |
And serve you a smile like I' m all for the people | |
Meanwhile I' m the wrong one to speak to | |
To hell with a park all my dogs will delete you | |
The bars are illegal and all this is lethal | |
It' s Conrad Murray when he walk in and greet you | |
I sharpen the needles, let it rewind | |
Badder flow, that' ll mess up your mind | |
Got a Kaliko, got a Tech and a N9ne | |
And more weapons then everyone on this record combined | |
And that' s strange | |
Cause I seem so nice, I seen your wife | |
No better yet, I seen her twice | |
She needed flights, I got ' em when I seen the price | |
And let her roll with me like she had some green to dice | |
I know it' s been a while since I sold at platinum too | |
A million and a million andahalf of you | |
You tell me I' m the rapper you was rappin' to | |
I have you lookin' like a mummy when they rappin' you | |
Don' t be up with my face when I' m asking you | |
You better leave space like a NASA crew | |
I didn' t have dollars, now I have a few | |
And now they look at my garage and tell me that' s a zoo | |
Is that a Jaguar? | |
Of course it is, I purchased it because the corpse' ll fit | |
And this trunk is bigger than the Porsche' s is | |
They say I changed, well I call it metamorphosis | |
Fast lane, get the hell up outta my lane | |
Your brain will never be as quick as my brain | |
And the people will only kill ya for your timeframe | |
But I got a bullet that' ll get within your mindframe | |
Hook |
Mayday, mayday, mayday! | |
My name is Krizz Kaliko | |
I' m totally alone out here | |
Well, if there' s maybe just one of you left | |
If anybody' s out there, anybody.. please... help! | |
Verse 1: Krizz Kaliko | |
This music game here is in a state of emergency | |
All about currency, wackness reoccurring with urgency | |
Can' t take it any more | |
Maybe I' m getting too old, mouth piece just too cold | |
It' s getting me swole | |
I need to occupy hiphop like it' s my concubine | |
But I' m the nigga so that mean I gotta be the breaker one | |
Tell Rittz to pull the trigger, all them niggas is done | |
If I miss then all the hits you can name under the sun | |
It' s a trick and how they doing this, music is done | |
Tell man don' t light me up | |
Tell the weed people light me up | |
Your CD don' t hype me up | |
YouTube fans like me up | |
You too loose man, tighten up | |
I don' t need to be a freshman, I' m fresh, no yes men | |
Rap ' til I can' t breathe, let me catch my breath and | |
Industry needs epinephrine | |
Pastor what you see better get the reverend | |
Rapping overseas but I rap Midwestern | |
Krizz the bees knees so I guess the best in | |
Me I get steeper than your depth perception | |
M. C. s believe in me and there' s no question | |
This is my S. O. S. to you | |
And also F. U. too and I won' t step to you again | |
And I' mma hold my breath for you to stop these checks | |
Comin' in and these train wreck so many men | |
Try to save it try to stay connected resurrected | |
Never expecting me to win | |
One of hiphop' s last few legends | |
I' m holding a grudge until the end hollering | |
Hook | |
Mayday | |
Anybody can you hear me? | |
Yeah, me | |
Why do they mistreat us, save us | |
Aimless bastards leave us, shameless | |
By the time we' re rich and famous | |
All our art will be forsaken | |
While you' re waiting sides are taken | |
Nonsense they just keep on makin' | |
While our last breath we are taking | |
We don' t want our heartbeats just to stop... stop... | |
Stop | |
Verse 2: Rittz | |
They know me on the internet | |
But they don' t wanna see me on a magazine cover | |
Half of these rap barrels never seen struggle | |
I' ve been fighting all my life but never let my knees buckle | |
Now I finally made it, everyone wanna see us stuck up | |
We suckin to these industries suckas, please | |
Fuck ' em, I can barely afford to eat supper | |
Now you tellin me to word it out, but then | |
Another years we hustle | |
Makin music, and then somebody wanna eat a piece sucka fuck | |
You in the stab back, and ya wack rap | |
You suck, you suck, he sucks too | |
They rap, he' s wack, she rap, freeze that | |
It' s killing me, but you an MC, whats new | |
Just treat me, you should go to college | |
You could join the army, you could be a barber | |
You can be anything you wanna be, but not a rap artist | |
Your lyrics ain' t cuttin it, you suckas are performers | |
Sorry to inform ya but you mad and wanna battle me | |
Gonna need some Walmart trying to keep on calm but | |
Every time I log on, the war starts | |
Seein but you should know that you gonna piss me off | |
The dramas as worse than the rappers are | |
Fans say they try to be spectacular | |
The next minute we talkin bout how wack you are | |
Its no wonder why I always wanna smack someone | |
I need a magic wand, abracadabra, gone | |
Your shit is passed beyond bad it scratches chrome | |
You need to practice some, I hear ya rap and yawn | |
That bullshit I heard you spit, you' ll never have this run | |
Bullshit music fucked this game up | |
You should be embarassed, you should be ashamed of | |
Ever trying to rap I think it' s time to change up | |
Listen Krizz Kaliko, everybody goes hollerin' | |
Hook | |
Verse 3: Chamillionaire | |
Here we go now | |
Horror flick, you should start with the sequel | |
Peephole, what I saw to deceive you | |
I' m the doctor that walks in and greets you | |
And serve you a smile like I' m all for the people | |
Meanwhile I' m the wrong one to speak to | |
To hell with a park all my dogs will delete you | |
The bars are illegal and all this is lethal | |
It' s Conrad Murray when he walk in and greet you | |
I sharpen the needles, let it rewind | |
Badder flow, that' ll mess up your mind | |
Got a Kaliko, got a Tech and a N9ne | |
And more weapons then everyone on this record combined | |
And that' s strange | |
Cause I seem so nice, I seen your wife | |
No better yet, I seen her twice | |
She needed flights, I got ' em when I seen the price | |
And let her roll with me like she had some green to dice | |
I know it' s been a while since I sold at platinum too | |
A million and a million andahalf of you | |
You tell me I' m the rapper you was rappin' to | |
I have you lookin' like a mummy when they rappin' you | |
Don' t be up with my face when I' m asking you | |
You better leave space like a NASA crew | |
I didn' t have dollars, now I have a few | |
And now they look at my garage and tell me that' s a zoo | |
Is that a Jaguar? | |
Of course it is, I purchased it because the corpse' ll fit | |
And this trunk is bigger than the Porsche' s is | |
They say I changed, well I call it metamorphosis | |
Fast lane, get the hell up outta my lane | |
Your brain will never be as quick as my brain | |
And the people will only kill ya for your timeframe | |
But I got a bullet that' ll get within your mindframe | |
Hook |