[Tech N9ne]This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennisand all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog VilliansReal 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 thugsStrippers in body bags, zippers, violence and drugsPoverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubsThey say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in bloodThis is my music for all my people missin my musicKeep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use itSatan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew itfor the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest.I don't know why they keep pumpin it's somethinMaybe in the music they wanna be bumpinit's crunk and it's hella haterificThrow your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna playwhen October is lookin bloody and SatanisticKillas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shitthen turbulence, don't get nervous when I wreck arenasConcert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me'cause they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina '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 nuthin!I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.Riot makerHop in a mosh pit fa sho!You push, you shove, you get elbowed!Back on 'cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dreall of the soldiers who got gone on that dayAll my people's thats sittin in prisonthis 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 upThey'll do everything in their power to get a fast buckNo right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycombBut you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money longEver been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazyIn Ohio, a chick got a little too hyphy, babyStage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold backBut they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull crackedNow when this happened, it wasn't even during my setThey wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debtWhen Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin.This bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! '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 nuthin!I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.Riot makerStand back if you frightened!Yeah! Get back 'cause we fightin!I'm a skyscraper.That's why everybody in my past is trynna get a little piece of my paperMan I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug themwhen I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim![Skatterman]It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?)'cause I'm still countin money off the back streetsEvery city, every show, I got to pack heatThis ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheetI'm one of a kind, turn one into nineBlow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but timeAnd I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you?With a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on youSss.sss... sick them rottweilers on youKillers bustin out the windows of Impalas on youA made man in the streets, I made grandsWrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fansNow I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonderDid57 shows in a three month summerOn the deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Techgonna be found in Swope park with his nuts in his neck[Snug Brim]Like you ain't know, we put it down like thisSnug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and finsSuzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sinSo watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitchYou just assume you tried the shoes, and they fitYou never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditchWhether it's reppin dog, or movin them bricksI keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it bigAs you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star qualitiesI hang out with bitches thats naked... and watch the bra swallow meIt's always solo, you can't fake it. so don't try ta follow meYou still can't get back up on your feet... You right back where you ought to beI see you failin 'cause Strange Music got it locked boyInvest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boyIt's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papaYou can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. 'cause I'm a[Tech N9ne]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 makerWe will... shut this muthafucka downWe will... tear up your muthafuckin town!Since 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.Welcome... to Everready.Enjoy