TECH N9NE LYRICS - Riotmaker

"Riotmaker"



[Tech N9ne]

This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl 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! 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 and body bag, zippers and violence and drugs

Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs

They say my music's making 'em lose it, I write it in blood

This is my music for all my people missing my music

Keep listening to it, ain’t 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 keep pumping it's something

Maybe in the music when it be pumping

it's crunk and it's hella haterific

Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play

when it’s over it’s looking bloody and Satanistic

Killas from everywhere listen to me when I be bussin shit

I’m turbulent, some get nervous when I wreck arenas

Concert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me

cause they say 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 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 nothing!

Slide faker... I'm a skyscraper..

Riot maker



Hop in a mosh pit fa 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 thats sitting in prison

this is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spitting?

Fuck the law and 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

Bet you find out, when you bind out, when you bond out you can be free if you 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 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 signed poster to the hospital

Bet when Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playing..

This bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a 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 nothing!

Slide faker... I'm a skyscraper..

Riot maker



Stand back if you frightened!

Yeah! Get back cause we fighting!



I'm a skyscraper..

That's why everybody in my past is trynna to get a little piece of my paper

Man I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them

when I'm rolling with Skatterman and Snug Brim!



[Skatterman]

It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?)

Cause I'm still counting money off the back streets

Every city, every show, I got to 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 of your shoulders, dog, it's nothing 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 busting out the windows of Impalas on you

A made man in the streets, I made grands

Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans

Now I'm chilling on tour with the redhead wonder

Did 57 shows in a three month summer

On the deuce bitch ass nigga fucking with Tech

gonna be found in Swope Park with his nuts in his neck



[Snug Brim]

Like you ain't know, we put it down like this

Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, fifths

You Suzie Q's ain't no excuse for the sick

So watch your tongue, if you’re whooping

I’ll 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 rapping dog, or moving them bricks

I keep it gutter little homie, look my records, see I'm doing it thick

As you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star quality

Blow indo with bitches thats naked... and watch your broad swallow me

It’s only so long you can fake it.. so don't try ta follow me

And still can't get back up on your feet... found right back where you ought to be

I see you frowning cause Strange Music got it locked boy

Invest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy

It's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get your paper

You can see me now or later, motherfucking Riot Maker.



Cause I'm a...



[Tech N9ne]

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 nothing!

Slide faker... I'm a skyscraper..

Riot maker



We will... shut this muthafucka down

We will... tear up your motherfucking town!



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

Welcome... to Everready..

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