Tech N9ne, Snug Brim, Skatterman - Riot Maker Lyrics

This song is dedicated to Brian Be'zl Dennis
And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villains
Real riot makers

This one right here's for the riot makers
The moshers, the stompers, the jail breakers
We gon' start this shit off right
We got KCMO in the house tonight
We gon' start this shit off right (off right)
We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight (come on)

This is the moment for riders and thugs
Strippers in body bags, empassin' violence and drugs
Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs
They say my music's makin' 'em lose it, I write it in blood
This is my music for all my people missin' my music
Keep listenin' to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it
Satan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it
For the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest

I don't know why they be pumpin', it's somethin'
Maybe in the music when it be bumpin'
It's crunk and it's hella haterific (haterific)
Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play
When it's over, it's lookin' bloody and Satanistic (Satanistic)
Killas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin' shit
I'm turbulent, some get nervous when I wreck arenas (wreck arenas)
Concert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me
'Cause they said that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina

'Cause I'm a riot maker, that's if you don't know
I'm a riot maker, they mosh at my show
I'm a riot maker, and I come out bustin'
I'm a riot maker, riot maker, I don't give a damn about nothin'
Sly dranker, I'm a skyscraper
Riot maker

Hop in a mosh pit, f'sho
You push, you shove, you get elbowed

Back on, 'cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre
All of the soldiers who got gone on that day
All my people sittin' in prison, this is for you
So won't you listen to the shit that I'm spittin'?
Fuck the law and the government they'll hymn your ass up
They'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck
No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb
But you'll find out, when you bind out
You can be free if your money long
Ever been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy
In Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby
Stage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back
But they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked
Now when this happened, it wasn't even during my set
They wanted me to give a sign to post up to the hospital, bet
When Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin'
This bitch is suin' Tecca Nina for one hundred grand

'Cause I'm a riot maker, that's if you don't know
I'm a riot maker, they mosh at my show
I'm a riot maker, and I come out bustin'
I'm a riot maker, riot maker, I don't give a damn about nothin'
Sly dranker, skyscraper
Riot maker

Stand back if you're frightened
Yeah, get back, 'cause we fightin

I'm a skyscraper
That's why everybody in my path
Is tryna get a little piece of my paper
Man, I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them
When I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim

It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep (why?)
'Cause I'm still countin' money off the back streets (ha)
Every city, every show, I gotta pack heat (pack heat)
This ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet
I'm one of a kind, turn one into nine
Blow your head off your shoulders, dog
It's nothin' but time (nothin' but time)
And I never raise my voice
You a bum, why should I holler on you? (Holler on you?)
With a whisper, I can drop a couple dollars on you
Sss-sss-sick them Rottweilers on you
Killers bustin' out the windows of Impalas on you
A made man in the streets, I made grams
Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans
Now I'm chillin' on the tour with the redhead wonder (redhead wonder)
Did fifty-seven shows in a three month summer
On the deuce, next bitch ass nigga fuckin' with Tech
Gon' get found in some park with his nuts in his neck

Like you ain't know, we put it down like this
Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, Uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins
You Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin
So watch your tongue, if you wolfin'
I get to shootin' over you and your bitch
You just assume you tried the shoes and they fit
You never knew that I lose you off in the section
With your dude in the ditch
Whether it's reppin' dog, or movin' them bricks
I keep it gutter, little homie
Look my records, see I'm doin it big
As you can tell, I ain't no regular nigga
I'm filled with star qualities
Gon' end up with bitches that's naked
And watch the bra swallow me
It's only so long you can fake it
So don't try to follow me
You still can't get back up on your feet
You're right back where you ought to be
I see you failin', 'cause Strange Music got it locked, boy
Invest your stock, boy, Kansas City hot boys
It's really fuck a hater, smokin' weed, get your papa
You can see me now or later, motherfuckin' riot maker

'Cause I'm a riot maker, that's if you don't know
I'm a riot maker, they mosh at my show
I'm a riot maker, and I come out bustin'
I'm a riot maker, riot maker, I don't give a damn about nothin'
Sly dranker, skyscraper
Riot maker

We will shut this motherfucker down
We will tear up your motherfuckin' town!

Since 1985
Six, six, triple-eight, forty-six, ninety-nine, three
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