Believers
Mayday! (Rap) Lyrics
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When they leave it in the box
It's enough to call it medically opt
Stopwatch, get a lock when I rock
Let 'em all just hop the block
Better save your neighbor (Neighbor?)
But you kiddies all know
This Snake and Bat is code for stranger danger
Man, stealing some paper
But they never call the cops
Ex presidential with a plot
Strange bird never had my own flock
Miami where the bass here's drop
And the red lights blink
But you still don't stop
Gotta get that guap
Gotta raise them clocks
She popped that top
And the cat is lazy
What is rat pack, it's quite flavor
Sammy Davis in a manger
Drinking a Guinness, killing the faith in her
Singing and slinging into her labia
Kick drums home and slaving you
(Split crumbs up we're baking you)
See, this one's cut your steak in a
(Sick mix up of unstabler time, feeling the vibe
Ripping this steering wheel of this car that I drive
They wanna see our demise)
They've got the greenest of eyes
(Ignoring corners of foes
Like car alarms in the night)
Well, alright
[Chorus: x2]
Even though they listen
They don't ever really hear us
Their conditioning's conditioned
Yeah, they let us smoke and mirrors
Watch 'em turning up their radios
And act like they don't need us
But eventually the fact is that
They all end up believers, because
Can you dig? In a world full of pigs
Who's coming to pick up all of the kids
Wanna tell 'em don't live like this
Get an ax in the back
Of the ones with the 'taps
Who been stalking where you live
They gonna turn on a map
Then watch you stack
Everything that they want you to give
Man, they've been tuned in
But ain't got enough loot
They all scared of the movement
Greasy elbows, only way to break through
Even though we're the truth
America eats its youth
But don't fret me and Wrek
Won't dip, motherfucker got an ax to pick
How 'bout you
About two crews came through to
Break through, lose the tunics
Veteran of cuckoo when you screw
Like two nudie eunuchs
Past life in a battle guard
Mad mic's I done shattered y'all
Your dad's wife took her saddle off
To catapult my cattle prod
It's true, dude, we bruise through
Then broke most to fragments
We Tom Cruise that bitch
While they all turn to ashes
Ain't fucking with no samples
Cause I can't clear these classics
No need we got that hippie sounds
We don't need these bastards
[Chorus: x2]
The lyrics to Mayday!'s song "Believers" are filled with social commentary and critiques of societal norms. The first verse talks about feeling rattled and shocked and being left in a box, both metaphorically and literally (as in a coffin). The song then talks about the pressures of society to conform ("their conditioning's conditioned"), and how people act like they don't need the truth (acting like they don't need us). The chorus repeats the idea that even though people may not listen, they eventually become believers.
The second verse talks about societal pressure to conform more specifically, referencing the idea of "America eats its youth," and how it's difficult to break through the walls set up by society (greasy elbows). The song then goes into a section about the music industry, referencing the difficulty in clearing samples (hippie sounds) and the pressure to follow certain trends (watch you stack everything that they want you to give).
Overall, the song is a critique of societal norms and pressures, and encourages listeners to break free from these constraints and become believers in their own truths.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah, brain is still rattled from the shock
I'm still shaken from something that happened to me
When they leave it in the box
When something is left untouched
It's enough to call it medically opt
It's so bad it can be considered a medical condition
Stopwatch, get a lock when I rock
I spit rhymes so fast you need to time me
Let 'em all just hop the block
Let everyone come and join in
Better save your neighbor (Neighbor?)
Help and protect those around you
But you kiddies all know
But you young ones already understand
This Snake and Bat is code for stranger danger
The symbols of Snake and Bat represent danger from unknown people
Man, stealing some paper
Taking something valuable
But they never call the cops
And nobody reports it to the authorities
Ex presidential with a plot
I have a plan that could rival that of a former US President
Strange bird never had my own flock
I'm a weirdo who never fit in with the crowd
Miami where the bass here's drop
Miami's music scene is all about heavy bass
And the red lights blink
The flashing lights indicate danger or stoppage
But you still don't stop
But I'm not going to let that stop me
Gotta get that guap
I need to make money
Gotta raise them clocks
I have to work more hours
She popped that top
She opened a bottle of alcohol
And the cat is lazy
And my pet cat is just being lazy
What is rat pack, it's quite flavor
'Rat Pack' is a unique style and taste
Sammy Davis in a manger
A reference to the birthplace of Jesus and Sammy Davis Jr.
Drinking a Guinness, killing the faith in her
Drinking a Guinness and losing faith in something
Singing and slinging into her labia
Singing and rapping into a woman's private area
Kick drums home and slaving you
The beat of the music enslaves you and makes you move
(Split crumbs up we're baking you)
Using small scraps of something to create something else
See, this one's cut your steak in a
This line is cut like a piece of steak
(Sick mix up of unstabler time, feeling the vibe
An interesting mix of different music styles and moods
Ripping this steering wheel of this car that I drive
Taking control of the situation in the driver's seat
They wanna see our demise)
They want us to fail
They've got the greenest of eyes
They are very envious
(Ignoring corners of foes
Ignoring potential threats from enemies
Like car alarms in the night)
Like the sound of a car alarm in the middle of the night
Well, alright
Okay then
Even though they listen
Even if they pay attention
They don't ever really hear us
They don't truly understand our message
Their conditioning's conditioned
They are conditioned to think a certain way
Yeah, they let us smoke and mirrors
They are easily fooled by illusions and distractions
Watch 'em turning up their radios
Watching them turn up the volume of their stereos
And act like they don't need us
And pretending like they don't require our message
But eventually the fact is that
Eventually the truth will reveal itself
They all end up believers, because
And they will all believe in our cause
Can you dig? In a world full of pigs
Can you understand? In a world full of greedy and corrupt people
Who's coming to pick up all of the kids
Who is protecting and looking out for the younger generation
Wanna tell 'em don't live like this
Wanting to warn them not to repeat the same mistakes
Get an ax in the back
Be careful, someone might try to hurt you from behind
Of the ones with the 'taps
Those who are spying or eavesdropping on you
Who been stalking where you live
People who have been constantly watching your every move
They gonna turn on a map
They might plot something against you on a map
Then watch you stack
And they will observe how you accumulate wealth
Everything that they want you to give
Everything that they want you to give away
Man, they've been tuned in
People have been paying attention
But ain't got enough loot
But they don't have enough money or resources
They all scared of the movement
They are afraid of the changes and advancements we are making
Greasy elbows, only way to break through
Only those who are willing to work hard and get their hands dirty can succeed
Even though we're the truth
Even though we speak the truth
America eats its youth
The US society takes advantage of and uses up its younger generation
But don't fret me and Wrek
But don't worry about me and my collaborator Wrek
Won't dip, motherfucker got an ax to pick
We won't give up, we have scores to settle
How 'bout you
What about you
About two crews came through to
Two groups have come to the scene
Break through, lose the tunics
To break through and shed their old image and style
Veteran of cuckoo when you screw
Experts in going insane when things go wrong
Like two nudie eunuchs
Like two castrated people who are afraid to show their true selves
Past life in a battle guard
A previous life spent preparing for war
Mad mic's I done shattered y'all
I have won many battles with my amazing rap skills
Your dad's wife took her saddle off
Your stepmother has dropped her formal guise and revealed her true colors
To catapult my cattle prod
To use personal information as a weapon against me
It's true, dude, we bruise through
It's true, we've been through a lot of hardships
Then broke most to fragments
And most of us were broken into pieces
We Tom Cruise that bitch
We make it look easy, like Tom Cruise in a movie
While they all turn to ashes
While our enemies crumble and fail
Ain't fucking with no samples
We don't need any musical samples
Cause I can't clear these classics
Because we can't legally use classic songs in our music
No need we got that hippie sounds
We have our own unique and peaceful sound
We don't need these bastards
We don't need to rely on anyone else
Even though they listen
Even if they pay attention
They don't ever really hear us
They don't truly understand our message
Their conditioning's conditioned
They are conditioned to think a certain way
Yeah, they let us smoke and mirrors
They are easily fooled by illusions and distractions
Watch 'em turning up their radios
Watching them turn up the volume of their stereos
And act like they don't need us
And pretending like they don't require our message
But eventually the fact is that
Eventually the truth will reveal itself
They all end up believers, because
And they will all believe in our cause
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@Patman1794
(Believers)
(Yeah)
[Wrekonize]
My brain is still rattled from the shock
When they leave it in the box
It's enough to call it medically opt
Stopwatch, get a lock when I rock
Let 'em all just hop the block (Ok)
Better save your neighbor (Neighbor?)
Let you kiddies all know
This Snake and Bat is code for Stranger danger
[Bernz]
Man, stealing some paper
But they never call the cops
Ex-presidential with a plot
Strange bird never had my own flock
Miami where the bass here's drop
And the red lights blink
But you just don't stop
Gotta get that guap
Gotta raise them crops
She pop that top
And the cat is lazy!
[Wrekonize & Bernz]
Well this Rat Pack is quite flavored
Sammy Davis in a manger
Drinking a Guinness, killing the faith in her
Singing and slinging into her labia
Kick drums hum enslaving you
(Split crumbs up we're baking you)
See, this one's cut your steak in a
(Sick mix up of unstabler times, feeling the vibe
Gripping this steering wheel of this car that I drive)
They wanna see our demise
They've got the greenest of eyes
(Ignoring warnin' of foes
Like car alarms in the night)
Well, alright!
[Hook: Wrekonize & Bernz]
Even though they listen
They don't ever really hear us
Their condition is conditioned
Yeah, they love the smoke and mirrors
Watch 'em turning up their radios
And act like they don't need us
But eventually the fact is that
They all end up believers
Because even though they listen
They don't ever really hear us
Their condition is conditioned
Yeah, they love the smoke and mirrors
Watch 'em turning up their radios
And act like they don't need us
But eventually the fact is that
They all end up believers
[Wrekonize]
Can you dig? In a world full of pigs
Who's coming to pick up all of the kids
Wanna tell 'em don't live like this
Get an ax in the back
Of the ones with the 'taps
Who been stalking where you live
They gonna turn on a map
Then watch you stack
Everything that they want you to give
[Bernz]
Maaan, they've been tuned in
But ain't got enough loot
They all scared of the movement
Greasy elbows, only way to break through
Even though we're the truth
America eats its youth
But don't fret, me and Wrek won't dip
Motherfucker got an ax to pick, how 'bout you?
[Wrekonize]
About two crews came through to
Break through, lose the tunics
Veteran of cuckoo when you screw
Like two nudie eunuchs
Past life in a battle guard
Mad mics I done shattered y'all
Your dad's wife took her saddle off
To catapult my cattle prod!
[Bernz]
It's true, dude, we bruise through
Them broke molds to fragments
We Tom Cruise that bitch
While they all turn to ashes
Ain't fucking with no samples
'Cause I can't clear these classics
No need we got that heat besides
We don't need these bastards
[Hook: Wrekonize & Bernz]
Even though they listen
They don't ever really hear us
Their condition is conditioned
Yeah, they love the smoke and mirrors
Watch 'em turning up their radios
And act like they don't need us
But eventually the fact is that
They all end up believers
Because even though they listen
They don't ever really hear us
Their condition is conditioned
Yeah, they love the smoke and mirrors
Watch 'em turning up their radios
And act like they don't need us
But eventually the fact is that
They all end up believers
@Trinadon
One of the best things to come to strange music man I love these guys
@KRXOVRmedia
I regret taking so long to realize how good MayDay is
@solidsnake2112
I know!!!
@solidsnake2112
It's horrible how bad I slept on this awesome group
@subliminalhaven6615
Dude I come from a heavy metal background and I think that thought everyday
@pixielove3501
@@solidsnake2112
Mmmm
@adumligess9755
They're so good. Such a dope live show and it was a very small venue
@joebalch2598
Wrek and Bernz work off each other so damn well. must be crazy having to write lyrics for both a mayday album and his own. takes talent! Love it all bro!
@orchtrumpet91
Love all of Strange, but MAYDAY! is the best move they have ever made. My absolute favorite music to listen to, whether it's the whole band or Wrek solo. I just love it.
@PriscillaPeaceful
9 years??? Still super bumpin'!!! 👌🏽