[Intro]
I don’t deny there is some strange evolutionary process going on
But mankind won't be destroyed
The fact that you and I are working here today (rhymesayers) is evidence
[Verse 1]
Check it, it’s been a minute now I’m back up on these beats
Tell your mom if I ain’t call her back she didn’t make the team
I’m on some other shit, go on pick it up, try to run with it
Stupid motha fuckers getting rich up on some mumble shit
A mad house!
Camel clutch the tap out
Suck a bunch of dicks if you been sleeping on my camp now
We doing this for decades, homie we don’t plan on standing down we're coming through your speakers
They like mayday mayday man down! Mayday mayday man down! Fuck with me and see
You keep talking about your hustle like you’re out here in these streets
Ain’t nobody know your name you out here acting like a bitch and if life don’t pull your card I got some homies that’ll roll up and assist
Tell me something,do believe you in fate?
When it comes down to that sacrifice can you even relate?
Ain’t nobody out here acting right, they talking out the side of they mouth
I get they momma on the phone I tell her what I’m about
[Chorus]
It’s man down (mayday)
I’m sick of playing around (mayday)
They stepping up out of bounds (mayday)
Surrounded by all these clowns, the radio ran it out
Mayday it’s man down (mayday)
I’m sick of playing around (mayday)
They stepping up out of bounds (mayday)
Surrounded by all these clowns, the radio ran it out
Mayday it’s man down
[Verse 2]
Yeah
Grieves what up man? Let’s do this
Yeah...
Now go ahead and gather
Every mother fucking rapper
Line em up I’ll knock em down
These bowling pins about to scatter
I won’t spare nobody bitch, I’m bowling nothing but strikes
And while these streams are going up I’m about to double my price
Spit so cold that when I be touching the mic imma leave it covered in ice
Bobby Drake with all the stuff that I write
And i ain't fucking with this whole new wave of colorful types
To me the game is black and white like it’s a wonderful life
You either got it or don’t really how much more simple can it get
This ego over talent thing see I’m just not a fan of it
And now my shit is popping but ya see how I handle it
I don’t gotta stunt man, I’m so Jackie Chan with it
Seven strains of cannibis, crate them by the kilo
Jamo in my bottle then I chase it with some Tito’s
Body every wack motherfucker that I see yo
You think you got a heart of steel, bitch I’m magneto!
[Chorus]
It’s man down (mayday)
I’m sick of playing around (mayday)
They stepping up out of bounds (mayday)
Surrounded by all these clowns, the radio ran it out
Mayday it’s man down (mayday)
I’m sick of playing around (mayday)
They stepping up out of bounds (mayday)
Surrounded by all these clowns, the radio ran it out
Mayday it’s man down
Man Down was written by Chris Webby & Grieves.
Man Down was produced by Grieves.