[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 nigga 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 nigga, 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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