Riotmaker Lyrics - 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 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. 

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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! 

Photos 

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