Текст песни: Mayday + перевод

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!

This music thing 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

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

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 you’re 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

Gonna need some armor

I try to keep it calm but

Every time I log on to WorldStar 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, hollering

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

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 with 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

They got a Calico, got a TEC and a nine

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’ll 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

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