Riot Maker (feat. Skatterman and Snug Brim)

This song is dedicated to Brian B'zle Dennis And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians Real riot makers This one right here's for the riot makers The moshers, the stompers and jawbreakers 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 N9na in the house tonight, come on This is the moment for riders and thugs Strippers in body bags, zippers and violence and drugs Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the club 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 wanna be bumpin' It's crunk, and it's hella haterific (haterific) Throw your set up in the air is all the DJ 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 turbulence, some get nervous when I wreck arenas (wreck arenas) Concert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me 'Cause they say that Samoans will riot on Tecca N9na 'Cause I'm a riot maker, that's if you don't know I'm a riot maker, they mosh at my shows 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' Slide Freaker, I'm a skyscraper Riot maker Hop in a mosh pit for 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's sittin' in prison this is for you So won't you listen to the shit that I'm spittin'? Fuck the law man the government they'll hem yo' 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, a chick got a little too hyphy, baby Stage divin' and crowd-surfin', couldn't hold back But they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked Now when this happened it wasn't even durin' my set They wanted me to give a signed poster to the hospital, bet When Travis told me, "We got papers", I thought he was playin' This bitch is suin' Tecca N9na 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 shows 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' Slide Freaker, I'm a 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 N9na 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 backstreets (ha) Every city, every show, I got to pack heat (pack heat) This ain't no fuckin' rap song, check my rap sheet I'm one of a kind, turn one into nine Blow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin' but time And I never raise my voice, you a bum, why should I 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 red-head wonder Did 57 shows in a three-month summer Any deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin' with Tech Gonna be found in Swope 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 Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin, so watch your tongue If you woopin' we come to shootin' up at you and your bitch You just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't 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 gutta, 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 I hang out with bitches that's naked, and watch the broad swallow me It's always solo, you can't fake it, so don't try ta follow me You still can't get back up on your feet, you 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, boy It's really fuck a hater, some-some weed, get ya paper 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 shows 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' Slide Freaker, I'm a skyscraper Riot maker We will shut this motherfucka down We will tear up your motherfuckin' town Since 1985, 66, triple 8, 46, 99, 3 Welcome to ever ready (en-enjoy)