Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Riot (feat. Deadly Hunta & John Otto), artist - Diabolic. Album song Liar and a Thief, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.04.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warhorse
Song language: English
Riot (feat. Deadly Hunta & John Otto) |
I told ya', |
We’re livin' in a serious time. |
Imma do this, for my dawgs, |
Imma look and tell em' this… |
Yo, |
The way the system will become you won’t feel relaxed, (Riot) |
The way the police that run me down make me wanna' collapse,(Riot) |
If you see my people in a struggle Diabolic won’t feel relaxed, (Riot) |
That make me won’t feel relaxed, (Riot) |
That makes me want to collapse, (Riot) |
They brainwash education yo that make want to collapse, (Riot) |
The guns and crack them distribute that make me want to collapse, (Riot) |
For what they done to Sean Bell that make me want to collapse, (Riot) |
That make me won’t feel relaxed, (Riot) |
That makes me want to collapse, (Riot) |
That make me won’t feel relaxed, (Riot) |
Yo, |
Yo they say my arms are too short to box with god, |
But at least they’re long enough to slap a cop so hard he lands in Scotland |
Yard, |
So bring your riot squad cause imma' bring some people starvin', |
Marchin' like an angry mob on the police department, |
«Calling all cars, radio for reinforcements, |
The city’s been taken over so proceed with caution» |
Freedoms lost and we don’t need an equal portion, |
And when Jesus walked in his footsteps echoed over demons talkin', |
Excuse me officer, it seems you took a wrong turn, |
Now you’re in my world, watchin' Babylon burn, |
We don’t need no water, pass my team some gasoline, |
And let the muthafucka burn, I don’t care I have a dream, |
And in this dream dirty cops get popped and locked in prison, |
And there’s a hollow tip in every corrupt politician, |
Here’s a proposition, up the ante, stakes is high, |
Pray to god for revolution and I ain’t afraid to die, |
Coz' people shouldn’t fear their government, that’s the issue, |
The Government should fear to people’s right to pack a pistol, |
See it’s our right to start a riot around here, |
And publicly decapitate the King, right in town square. |
I smell the corruption in the air, and yeah, it’s tasting tainted, |
So we marchin', singin' war chants, faces painted, |
Basic training’s over, I became a soldier, |
Coz' city hall’s full of rats, rattles, snakes and cobras, |
Police are trained to be the same and rape the culture, |
Plant coke and baking soda on you to make a quota, |
That’s why I’m like «Fuck all you pigs. |
Go to hell.» |
«Drop that badge and gun and step inside this holding cell.» |
So, lick a shot and give a round of applause, |
If you ready for war and you’re down for the cause, |
Make some noise then go out and form a crowd of your boys, |
Now wile out and scream «Freedom» like you’re proud of your voice, |
It’s a choice that you make inside not to be another victim, |
And before the system fucks you say «Fuck the System», |
I wouldn’t be surprised if by the time we turn and look, |
Police are rounding up some religious group and burning books, |
While crook lobbyists party down at Ground Zero, |
Shoot to kill and make the super villain town hero, |
Now it’s clear though, so you can either just deny it, |
Or give the kids a future, and start a fucking riot! |