Snug Brim - Riot Maker lyrics

[Intro: Tech N9ne] This song is dedicated to Brian B'zle Dennis And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians Real riot makers [Bridge: Tech N9ne] This one right here's for the riot makers! The moshers, the stompers and jaw breakers! We gon' start this sh** off right! We got KCMO in the house tonight! We gon' start this sh** off right! (Off right!) We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight! Come on! [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] This is the moment for riders and thugs Strippers in body bags, zippers and violence and d** Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the club 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, and 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 be pumpin', it's somethin' Maybe in the music wanna be bumpin' It's crunk and it's hella haterific Throw your set up in the air is all the DJ really wanna play When it's over it's looking bloody and satanistic k**as from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin' sh** I'm turbulence, 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 [Hook: Krizz Kaliko & Tech N9ne] 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 [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Hop in a mosh pit fore 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 sittin' in prison this is for you So won't you listen to the sh** that I'm spittin? f** the law and the government they'll hymn yo a** up They'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck No right or wrongs, just k**er 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, 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 sign to post up the hospital debt When Travis told me we got papers I thought he was playin' This b**h is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! [Hook] [Bridge 2: Tech N9ne] Stand back if you're frightened! Yeah! Get back cause 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! [Verse 3: Skatterman] It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep (Why?) Cause I'm still countin' money off the back streets Every city, every show, I got to pack heat This ain't no f**ing 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 k**ers 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 the tour with the red-head wonder Did 57 shows in a three month summer Any deuce b**h a** n***a f**in with Tech Gonna be found in Swope Park with his nuts in his neck [Verse 4: Snug Brim] 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 woopin' we come to shootin' up at you and your b**h You just a**ume 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 n***a I'm filled with star qualities I hang out with b**hes thats naked and watch the broad 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' cause Strange Music got it locked boy Invest your stock boy, Kansas City hot boy It's really f** a hater, some some weed, get ya paper You can see me now or later, motherf**in' riot maker [Hook] [Outro: Tech N9ne] We will, shut this motherf**a down! We will, tear up your motherf**in' town! Since 1985.. Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.. Welcome to Everready..