Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Riot , by - Slum Village. Song from the album Evolution, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 24.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ne'Astra
Song language: English
Riot |
| A yo I set it off like I’m F Gary gray |
| When I step up on the scene niggas have nothing to say |
| Bite your tongue keep quiet I start riots |
| Homie this ain’t recess if you feel a way hit that eject |
| Reject pity cause Ima be back |
| They sleeping with a c-pap |
| I see racks to destroy track |
| This ain’t b-boy rap, this ain’t d-boy trap |
| They say be more black I tell them grease these naps |
| They setting traps all the time |
| I study the art of rhyme you ready to order mine |
| I slaughter like Columbine |
| I’m doing just fine without others |
| Go ask my brother |
| And when you see my nieces tell’em uncle Thomas love 'em |
| Alone in a 4 cornered room walls padded |
| Where nothing really matters |
| But the matter I done had it |
| My ego been shattered my pride battered |
| My heart been bruised so much I turned addict |
| A glutton for the pain |
| A motherfucka shame |
| What a nigga go thru before he really wanna change |
| I really wanna hang the old me |
| But the new me wouldn’t survive without the old me listen closely |
| Rappers don’t approach me |
| Critics tried roast but I still landed like I dropped down on 4 feet |
| J let’s the drums beat |
| I’m letting off steam |
| Why be apart yours when this is the dream team muthafucka |
| Posted up in the corner, homie you border |
| Whole game is dead call up the coroner |
| 911 on the dial, scenery looking foul |
| Walked in with a frown, left out with a smile |
| Attitude like fuck a mall |
| Vintage thrift store pieces fuck a mall |
| No time for it, gotta grind for it |
| John Hancock scribbled out on the line for it |
| Damn |
| Told me they couldn’t read it |
| Rolled out sevens told me they couldn’t beat it |
| Scooped up all cash so cold it fridge |
| Cancel they feelings, so made they livid |
| Watch how i live it now they wanna imitate |
| A dude the game couldn’t intimidate |
| Cause i refuse to assimilate |
| With the in crowd yea I’m a rebel |
| And i been proud of who i am |
| And where i stand as a man |
| Forever vowed to hold my nuts in my hand |
| Threw the gambit I’m wilding |
| Fuck dat on any planet I’m styling |
| Appreciate me while I’m still here |
| Or do a magic trick disappear out my ocular |
| My spectrum can’t be seen with binoculars |
| Whole life life should of put it in a journal |
| Read it at night small light nocturnal |
| I’m a like wise guy living true lies |
| Call me mr. |
| mix cause I’m much to live |
| If you ain’t talking about a grip nor talking about god |
| Then ain’t shit to say to me, you stepping out of line |
| Yeah y’all niggas make believe fairy tale lovers |
| Can’t stay a head of us or parallel of us |
| Even though we stay a float like a parasail hover |
| Yeah i saw my fought and i comb threw it |
| Now a nigga Tom cruising, yeah get on my level kid |
| You know what i could of did |
| But instead dog a stack green pyramids |