Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Riot Maker , by - Tech N9ne. Release date: 02.04.2007
Song language: English
Riot Maker |
| 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 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, cuz he was one of the truest. |
| I don’t know why they keep pumpin it’s somethin |
| Maybe in the music they wanna be bumpin |
| it’s crunk and it’s hella haterific |
| Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play |
| when October is lookin bloody and Satanistic |
| Killas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit |
| then turbulence, don’t get nervous when I wreck arenas |
| Concert promoters in Honolulu don’t wanna see me cuz they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina cuz 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 nuthin! |
| I’m a sly dranker… I’m a skyscraper. |
| Riot maker |
| Hop in a mosh pit fa sho! |
| You push, you shove, you get elbowed! |
| Back on cuz this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre |
| all of the soldiers who got gone on that day |
| All my people’s thats sittin in prison |
| this is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I’m spittin? |
| Fuck the law and the government they’ll hymn 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, 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 the hospital debt |
| When Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin. |
| This bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! |
| Cuz 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 nuthin! |
| I’m a sly dranker… I’m a skyscraper. |
| Riot maker |
| Stand back if you frightened! |
| Yeah! |
| Get back cuz we fightin! |
| I’m a skyscraper. |
| That’s why everybody in my path is trynna 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?) |
| Cuz I’m still countin 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 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 tour with the redhead wonder |
| Do 57 shows in a three month summer |
| Any deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech |
| gonna be 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 |
| Suzy Qs ain’t no excuse for the sin |
| So watch your tongue, if you movin 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 thats naked… and watch the bra 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 cuz Strange Music got it locked boy |
| Invest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy |
| It’s really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa |
| You can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. |
| Cuz 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 nuthin! |
| I’m a sly dranker… I’m a skyscraper. |
| Riot maker |
| We will… shut this muthafucka down |
| We will… tear up your muthafuckin town! |
| Since 1985… Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three. |
| Welcome… to Everready. |
| Enjoy |