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 anybodies 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 Getting too old, mouth piece just too cold It's getting me swole I need to occupy hip-hop like it's my concubine Cause I'm the nigga said that 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 a list on how music is done Tell man don't light me up Tell the weed people light me up CD don't hype me up YouTube fans like me up Too loose man, tighten up Don't need to a freshman, I'm fresh no yes men Rap 'til I can't breathe, let me catch my breath and Industry needs epinephrine Pass to what you see but I kept the reverend Overseas but I rep midwestern Krizz the bees knees so I guess the best, and Me I can't see with any depth perception MCs believe in me for question It's for the S.O.S. to you And oh, so 'F' you too when I won't step to you again And I'm a hold my breath for you to stop these checks Commin' in and these train wreck so many men Try to save it try to stay connected resurrected And they're expecting me to win One of hip-hop's lost a few legends I'm holding a grudge until the end
[Hook:] Hollering 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 are last breath we are taken We don't want our heartbeats just to stop... stop... Stop
[Verse 2: Rittz] They know me on the internet 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 Lebanese brother Now I finally made it, everyone wanna see us struggle Be subtle to these indusrties suckas, please Fuck 'em I can barely afford to eat supper Now you tellin me to word it out, but then And over years we huslte Makin music, and then people wanna eat a piece of it 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 Skillin them, but you an MC, what's 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 just performers Sorry to inform ya but you mad and wanna battle me When I'm Mr. on one try to keep it calm, but Every time I log on, the world starts Seein but you never see the side of me we armored? The dramas as worse as the rappers are Fans say they try to be spectacular The next minute we talkin bout how wack you are It's no wonder why I always wanna smack someone I need a ratchet, one, abracadabra, gone Your shit is passed beyond bad it scratches crome You need to practice some, I hear ya rap and yawn That bullshit I heard you spit, you'll never have this one 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 Go to Krizz Kaliko as it goes, hollerin
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[Verse 3: Chamillionaire] 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