[Intro: Krizz Kaliko] Mayday, mayday, mayday! My name is Krizz Kaliko I'm totally alone here Well, maybe just one of few 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 bigger 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 mic 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 bee's knees so I guess the best in Me I gets deeper than your depth perception MCs believe in me and there's no question This is my S.O.S. to you and also FU too And I won't step to you again And I'mma hold my breath for you to stop these checks Comin' to these train wrecks of 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
[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 our last breath we are takin' We don't want our heartbeats just to stop - stop - stop
[Verse 2: Rittz] They love me on the internet But they don't wanna see me on no magazine cover Half of these wack rappers never see struggle I've been fighting all my life and never let my knees buckle Now I finally made it everybody wanna seem stuck up Me suck up to the industry suckas Please fuck ‘em I can barely afford to eat supper Now you telling me the work that I put in and all the years we hustled Makin' music now somebody wanna eat a piece of it Fuck you and your snap back and your wack rap You suck, you suck, he sucks too They rap he’s wack; She raps? Freeze — That’s killing me, but your an MC, what’s new? Just shoot 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 cutting it, you suck as a performer Sorry to inform ya What you mad and wanna battle me you gonna need some armor I try to keep it calm but, every time I log on to WorldStar I see a bunch of shit I know is gonna piss me off more The comments are worse than the rappers are Fans say that you're the best, spectacular The next minute they talking about how wack you are It's no wonder why I always wanna smack someone I need a magic wand, abracadabra gone, your shit is past beyond bad It's trash it's scum you need to practice some I hear you rap and yawn That bullshit I heard you spit will never have its run Bullshit music fucked this game up You should be embarrassed you should be ashamed of Ever trying to rap I think it's time to change up Rittz and Krizz Kaliko, adios
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[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 bark or 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 a 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 wrappin’ 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 Advil will only cure you for a time frame But I got a bullet that’ll get rid of your migraine