[Tech N9ne]nThis song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennisnand all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog VilliansnReal Riot Makers.nnThis one right here's for the Riot Makers!nThe moshers! The stompers! The jail breakers!nWe gon start this shit off right!nWe got KCMO in the house tonight!nWe gon start this shit off right! (Off right!)nWe got Tecca Nina in the house tonight! (Come on!)nnThis is the moment for riders and thugsnStrippers and body bag, zippers and violence and drugsnPoverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubsnThey say my music's making 'em lose it, I write it in bloodnThis is my music for all my people missing my musicnKeep listening to it, ain’t like I said get a pistol and use itnSatan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew itnfor the industry, cause he was one of the truest..nnI don't know why they keep pumping it's somethingnMaybe in the music when it be pumpingnit's crunk and it's hella haterificnThrow your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna playnwhen it’s over it’s looking bloody and SatanisticnKillas from everywhere listen to me when I be bussin shitnI’m turbulent, some get nervous when I wreck arenasnConcert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see mencause they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina cause I'm a..nnRIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a..nRIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a..nRIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a..nRIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nothing!nSlide faker... I'm a skyscraper..nRiot makernnHop in a mosh pit fa sho!nYou push, you shove, you get elbowed!nnBack on cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Drenall of the soldiers who got gone on that daynAll my people's thats sitting in prisonnthis is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spitting?nFuck the law and the government they'll hem yo ass upnThey'll do everything in their power to get a fast bucknNo right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycombnBet you find out, when you bind out, when you bond out you can be free if you money longnEver been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazynIn Ohio, a chick got a little too hyphy, babynStage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold backnBut they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull crackednNow when this happened, it wasn't even during my setnThey wanted me to give a signed poster to the hospitalnBet when Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playing..nThis bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! Cause I'm a..nnRIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a..nRIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a..nRIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a..nRIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nothing!nSlide faker... I'm a skyscraper..nRiot makernnStand back if you frightened!nYeah! Get back cause we fighting!nnI'm a skyscraper..nThat's why everybody in my past is trynna to get a little piece of my papernMan I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug themnwhen I'm rolling with Skatterman and Snug Brim!nn[Skatterman]nIt's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?)nCause I'm still counting money off the back streetsnEvery city, every show, I got to pack heatnThis ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheetnI'm one of a kind, turn one into ninenBlow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothing but timenAnd I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you?nWith a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on younSss..sss... sick them rottweilers on younKillers busting out the windows of Impalas on younA made man in the streets, I made grandsnWrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fansnNow I'm chilling on tour with the redhead wondernDid 57 shows in a three month summernOn the deuce bitch ass nigga fucking with Techngonna be found in Swope Park with his nuts in his necknn[Snug Brim]nLike you ain't know, we put it down like thisnSnug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi,groupies,doobies, fifthsnYou Suzie Q's ain't no excuse for the sicknSo watch your tongue, if you’re whoopingnI’ll get to shootin’ over you and your bitchnYou just assume you tried the shoes, and they fitnYou never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditchnWhether it's rapping dog, or moving them bricksnI keep it gutter little homie, look my records, see I'm doing it thicknAs you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star qualitynBlow indo with bitches thats naked... and watch your broad swallow menIt’s only so long you can fake it.. so don't try ta follow menAnd still can't get back up on your feet... found right back where you ought to benI see you frowning cause Strange Music got it locked boynInvest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boynIt's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get your papernYou can see me now or later, motherfucking Riot Maker.nnCause I'm a...nn[Tech N9ne]nRIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a..nRIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a..nRIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a..nRIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nothing!nSlide faker... I'm a skyscraper..nRiot makernnWe will... shut this muthafucka downnWe will... tear up your motherfucking town!nnSince 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three..nWelcome... to Everready..nEnjoy