Riot Maker (Explicit) - 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 Samoans 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 that's sitting in prison This is for you so wont you listen To the shit that I'm spitting F**k 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 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 hyphen 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 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 f**king 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 nigga bitch ass nigga f**king 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 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