[Intro: Tech N9ne]
This song is dedicated to Bryon B'zle Dennis
And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians
Real riot makers

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
This one right here's for the riot makers
The moshers, the stompers and jaw 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 N9na in the house tonight, come on

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
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 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 (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 (Satanistic)
Killas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin' shit
I'm turbulence, some get nervous when I wreck arenas (Wreck arenas)
Concert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me
'Cause they say that Samoans will riot on Tecca N9na
[Chorus: 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

[Post-Chorus: Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko]
Slide freaker
I'm a skyscraper
Riot maker

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Hop in the mosh pit for sure
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 sittin' in prison, this is for you
So won't you listen to the shit that I'm spittin'?
Fuck the law, man, the government, they'll hem your 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 bond 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 signed poster to the hospital, bet
When Travis told me we got papers I thought he was playin'
This bitch is suin' Tecca N9na for one hundred grand
[Chorus: 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

[Post-Chorus: Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko]
Slide freaker
I'm a skyscraper
Riot maker

[Verse 4: 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 tryna get a little piece of my paper
Man, I swear the N9na will never love them, plug them
When I'm rollin' with Skatterman and Snug Brim

[Verse 5: Skatterman]
It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep (Why?)
'Cause I'm still countin' money off the back streets (Ha)
Every city, every show, I got to pack heat (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 off your shoulders, dog, it's nothin' but time (Nothin' but time)
And I never raise my voice, you a bum, why should I holler on you? (Holler on you)
With a whisper, I can drop a couple of dollars on you
Ss-ss, sick them Rottweilers on you
Killers bustin' out the windows of Impalas on you
A made man in the streets, I made grands
Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped a album, and made fans
Now I'm chillin' on the tour with the redhead wonder (Redhead wonder)
Did fifty-seven shows in a three month summer (Three month summer)
On the Deuce, next bitch-ass n***a fuckin' with Tech
Gon' get found in Swope Park with his nuts in his neck
[Verse 6: Snug Brim]
Like you ain't know, we put it down like this
Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, Uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins
You Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin, so watch your tongue
If you're woofin', I'll get to shootin' both you and your bitch
You just assumed you'd try the shoes and they'd fit, you never knew
That I'd 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 thick
As you can tell I ain't no regular n***a, I'm filled with star qualities
Roll indo with bitches that's naked and watch the broads swallow me
It's always solo, you can't fake it, so don't try to follow me
And you still can't get back up on your feet and 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 fuck a hater, smoke your weed, get your paper
You can see me now or later, motherfuckin' riot maker

[Chorus: 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

[Post-Chorus: Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko]
Slide freaker
I'm a skyscraper
Riot maker

[Outro: Tech N9ne]
We will shut this motherfucker down
We will tear up your motherfuckin' town
Since 1985
Six, six, triple-eight, forty-six, ninety-nine, three
Welcome to Everready

[Interlude: Jamie Minkoff]
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