[{"id":4101778,"name":"Enjoy","trackName":"Enjoy","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"Tech N9ne: The Box Set","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You're body don't lie I can tell you've done this before\nYou're too locked up let me put my key in your door\nPut your body all on top of me I want to enjoy\n\nSexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\nWelcome to my wonderful world of enjoyment\nOnly go getting sexy women get employment\nFull of exuberance behavior is flamboyant\nAnyone not drinkin' or smoking' is an annoyance\nIf you wanna work you can visit me in the cockpit\nYou wont know you have it when I put you on the hot list\nThen I check your body parts makin sure that its spotless\nI am the controller so baby just know I got this\nTruly elegant sexy for the hell of it\nWho you got waitin at the crilla is irrelevant\nNeed to know the smell of it smellin like the crotch\nProduce spring flower is what I tell the bitch\n\nSexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\nBb bc bg bp (baby fat) cc (Chanel) gc (Gucci)\nTake it off so I can see ya 3d\nYa great at extending the bp\nOh shit focus, low chicks, hold this (what?)\n(Hootie and the blow fish, huh?) hocus pocus\nImma go in my pocket and pull out a wad of this glock\nAnd baby its no trip\nAnd when your shifts over we can be done\nOr we can pretend you a sleaze no tease\nYou can check out anytime you like\nBut you can never leave the need to please\n\nSexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\nI can see your lips a smilin but its not the ones above\nIf I enter in ya would you start preachin that its love\nYou're topless (oh lord) your bottom is too\nKinda crazy what I wanna do to you but OOH (ooh wee)\nBaby do me, give to me, please let me enjoy\n\nSexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\nIts not a fantasy (so so real)\nComin uncontrollably\nSexy individual baby lets get physical.\nPlay with you, you are my toy.\nI want to enjoy.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Enjoy\n  artist: Tech N9ne\n  album: 'Tech N9ne: The Box Set'\n  duration_ms: 245000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You're body don't lie I can tell you've done this before\n  You're too locked up let me put my key in your door\n  Put your body all on top of me I want to enjoy\n\n  Sexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\n  Welcome to my wonderful world of enjoyment\n  Only go getting sexy women get employment\n  Full of exuberance behavior is flamboyant\n  Anyone not drinkin' or smoking' is an annoyance\n  If you wanna work you can visit me in the cockpit\n  You wont know you have it when I put you on the hot list\n  Then I check your body parts makin sure that its spotless\n  I am the controller so baby just know I got this\n  Truly elegant sexy for the hell of it\n  Who you got waitin at the crilla is irrelevant\n  Need to know the smell of it smellin like the crotch\n  Produce spring flower is what I tell the bitch\n\n  Sexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\n  Bb bc bg bp (baby fat) cc (Chanel) gc (Gucci)\n  Take it off so I can see ya 3d\n  Ya great at extending the bp\n  Oh shit focus, low chicks, hold this (what?)\n  (Hootie and the blow fish, huh?) hocus pocus\n  Imma go in my pocket and pull out a wad of this glock\n  And baby its no trip\n  And when your shifts over we can be done\n  Or we can pretend you a sleaze no tease\n  You can check out anytime you like\n  But you can never leave the need to please\n\n  Sexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\n  I can see your lips a smilin but its not the ones above\n  If I enter in ya would you start preachin that its love\n  You're topless (oh lord) your bottom is too\n  Kinda crazy what I wanna do to you but OOH (ooh wee)\n  Baby do me, give to me, please let me enjoy\n\n  Sexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\n  Its not a fantasy (so so real)\n  Comin uncontrollably\n  Sexy individual baby lets get physical.\n  Play with you, you are my toy.\n  I want to 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me enjoy\n\nBb bc bg bp (baby fat) cc (Chanel) gc (Gucci)\nTake it off so I can see ya 3d\nYa great at extending the bp\nOh shit focus, low chicks, hold this (what?)\n(Hootie and the blow fish, huh?) hocus pocus\nImma go in my pocket and pull out a wad of this glock\nAnd baby its no trip\nAnd when your shifts over we can be done\nOr we can pretend you a sleaze no tease\nYou can check out anytime you like\nBut you can never leave the need to please\n\nSexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\nI can see your lips a smilin but its not the ones above\nIf I enter in ya would you start preachin that its love\nYou're topless (oh lord) your bottom is too\nKinda crazy what I wanna do to you but OOH (ooh wee)\nBaby do me, give to me, please let me enjoy\n\nSexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\nIts not a fantasy (so so real)\nComin uncontrollably\nSexy individual baby lets get physical.\nPlay with you, you are my toy.\nI want to enjoy.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: 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enjoy\n\n  Bb bc bg bp (baby fat) cc (Chanel) gc (Gucci)\n  Take it off so I can see ya 3d\n  Ya great at extending the bp\n  Oh shit focus, low chicks, hold this (what?)\n  (Hootie and the blow fish, huh?) hocus pocus\n  Imma go in my pocket and pull out a wad of this glock\n  And baby its no trip\n  And when your shifts over we can be done\n  Or we can pretend you a sleaze no tease\n  You can check out anytime you like\n  But you can never leave the need to please\n\n  Sexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\n  I can see your lips a smilin but its not the ones above\n  If I enter in ya would you start preachin that its love\n  You're topless (oh lord) your bottom is too\n  Kinda crazy what I wanna do to you but OOH (ooh wee)\n  Baby do me, give to me, please let me enjoy\n\n  Sexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\n  Its not a fantasy (so so real)\n  Comin uncontrollably\n  Sexy individual baby lets get physical.\n  Play with you, you are my toy.\n  I want to 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wont you let me enjoy\n\nBb bc bg bp (baby fat) cc (Chanel) gc (Gucci)\nTake it off so I can see ya 3d\nYa great at extending the bp\nOh shit focus, low chicks, hold this (what?)\n(Hootie and the blow fish, huh?) hocus pocus\nImma go in my pocket and pull out a wad of this glock\nAnd baby its no trip\nAnd when your shifts over we can be done\nOr we can pretend you a sleaze no tease\nYou can check out anytime you like\nBut you can never leave the need to please\n\nSexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\nI can see your lips a smilin but its not the ones above\nIf I enter in ya would you start preachin that its love\nYou're topless (oh lord) your bottom is too\nKinda crazy what I wanna do to you but OOH (ooh wee)\nBaby do me, give to me, please let me enjoy\n\nSexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\nIts not a fantasy (so so real)\nComin uncontrollably\nSexy individual baby lets get physical.\nPlay with you, you are my toy.\nI want to enjoy.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Enjoy\n  artist: Tech N9ne\n  album: Killer (2 of 2)\n  duration_ms: 245000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You're body don't lie I can tell you've done this before\n  You're too locked up let me put my key in your door\n  Put your body all on top of me I want to enjoy\n\n  Sexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\n  Welcome to my wonderful world of enjoyment\n  Only go getting sexy women get employment\n  Full of exuberance behavior is flamboyant\n  Anyone not drinkin' or smoking' is an annoyance\n  If you wanna work you can visit me in the cockpit\n  You wont know you have it when I put you on the hot list\n  Then I check your body parts makin sure that its spotless\n  I am the controller so baby just know I got this\n  Truly elegant sexy for the hell of it\n  Who you got waitin at the crilla is irrelevant\n  Need to know the smell of it smellin like the crotch\n  Produce spring flower is what I tell the bitch\n\n  Sexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\n  Bb bc bg bp (baby fat) cc (Chanel) gc (Gucci)\n  Take it off so I can see ya 3d\n  Ya great at extending the bp\n  Oh shit focus, low chicks, hold this (what?)\n  (Hootie and the blow fish, huh?) hocus pocus\n  Imma go in my pocket and pull out a wad of this glock\n  And baby its no trip\n  And when your shifts over we can be done\n  Or we can pretend you a sleaze no tease\n  You can check out anytime you like\n  But you can never leave the need to please\n\n  Sexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\n  I can see your lips a smilin but its not the ones above\n  If I enter in ya would you start preachin that its love\n  You're topless (oh lord) your bottom is too\n  Kinda crazy what I wanna do to you but OOH (ooh wee)\n  Baby do me, give to me, please let me enjoy\n\n  Sexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\n  Its not a fantasy (so so real)\n  Comin uncontrollably\n  Sexy individual baby lets get physical.\n  Play with you, you are my toy.\n  I want to enjoy.\n"},{"id":20854482,"name":"Enjoy","trackName":"Enjoy","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"Killer CD 2","duration":245.420408,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You're body don't lie I can tell you've done this before\nYou're too locked up let me put my key in your door\nPut your body all on top of me I want to enjoy\n\nSexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\nWelcome to my wonderful world of enjoyment\nOnly go getting sexy women get employment\nFull of exuberance behavior is flamboyant\nAnyone not drinkin' or smoking' is an annoyance\nIf you wanna work you can visit me in the cockpit\nYou wont know you have it when I put you on the hot list\nThen I check your body parts makin sure that its spotless\nI am the controller so baby just know I got this\nTruly elegant sexy for the hell of it\nWho you got waitin at the crilla is irrelevant\nNeed to know the smell of it smellin like the crotch\nProduce spring flower is what I tell the bitch\n\nSexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\nBb bc bg bp (baby fat) cc (Chanel) gc (Gucci)\nTake it off so I can see ya 3d\nYa great at extending the bp\nOh shit focus, low chicks, hold this (what?)\n(Hootie and the blow fish, huh?) hocus pocus\nImma go in my pocket and pull out a wad of this glock\nAnd baby its no trip\nAnd when your shifts over we can be done\nOr we can pretend you a sleaze no tease\nYou can check out anytime you like\nBut you can never leave the need to please\n\nSexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\nI can see your lips a smilin but its not the ones above\nIf I enter in ya would you start preachin that its love\nYou're topless (oh lord) your bottom is too\nKinda crazy what I wanna do to you but OOH (ooh wee)\nBaby do me, give to me, please let me enjoy\n\nSexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\nIts not a fantasy (so so real)\nComin uncontrollably\nSexy individual baby lets get physical.\nPlay with you, you are my toy.\nI want to enjoy.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Enjoy\n  artist: Tech N9ne\n  album: Killer CD 2\n  duration_ms: 245420\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You're body don't lie I can tell you've done this before\n  You're too locked up let me put my key in your door\n  Put your body all on top of me I want to enjoy\n\n  Sexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\n  Welcome to my wonderful world of enjoyment\n  Only go getting sexy women get employment\n  Full of exuberance behavior is flamboyant\n  Anyone not drinkin' or smoking' is an annoyance\n  If you wanna work you can visit me in the cockpit\n  You wont know you have it when I put you on the hot list\n  Then I check your body parts makin sure that its spotless\n  I am the controller so baby just know I got this\n  Truly elegant sexy for the hell of it\n  Who you got waitin at the crilla is irrelevant\n  Need to know the smell of it smellin like the crotch\n  Produce spring flower is what I tell the bitch\n\n  Sexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\n  Bb bc bg bp (baby fat) cc (Chanel) gc (Gucci)\n  Take it off so I can see ya 3d\n  Ya great at extending the bp\n  Oh shit focus, low chicks, hold this (what?)\n  (Hootie and the blow fish, huh?) hocus pocus\n  Imma go in my pocket and pull out a wad of this glock\n  And baby its no trip\n  And when your shifts over we can be done\n  Or we can pretend you a sleaze no tease\n  You can check out anytime you like\n  But you can never leave the need to please\n\n  Sexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\n  I can see your lips a smilin but its not the ones above\n  If I enter in ya would you start preachin that its love\n  You're topless (oh lord) your bottom is too\n  Kinda crazy what I wanna do to you but OOH (ooh wee)\n  Baby do me, give to me, please let me enjoy\n\n  Sexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\n  Its not a fantasy (so so real)\n  Comin uncontrollably\n  Sexy individual baby lets get physical.\n  Play with you, you are my toy.\n  I want to enjoy.\n"},{"id":6765726,"name":"Riot Maker (Enjoy)","trackName":"Riot Maker (Enjoy)","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"Everready (The Religion)","duration":331.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\nAnd all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\nReal Riot Makers.\n\nThis 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!)\n\nThis is the moment for riders and thugs\nStrippers in body bags, empassin violence and drugs\nPoverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs\nThey say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood\nThis is my music for all my people missin my music\nKeep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it\nSatan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it\nFor the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest.\n\nI don't know why they keep pumpin it's somethin\nMaybe in the music they wanna be bumpin\nIt's crunk and it's hella haterific\nThrow your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play\nWhen October is lookin bloody and Satanistic\nKillas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit\nThen turbulence, don't get nervous when I wreck arenas\nConcert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me\n'Cause they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina 'cause I'm a.\n\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 nuthin!\nI'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\nRiot maker\n\nHop in a mosh pit fa sho!\nYou push, you shove, you get elbowed!\n\nBack on 'cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre\nAll of the soldiers who got gone on that day\nAll my people's that's sittin in prison\nThis is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin?\nFuck the law and the government they'll hymn yo ass up\nThey'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck\nNo right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb\nBut you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long\nEver been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy\nIn Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby\nStage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back\nBut they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\nNow when this happened, it wasn't even during my set\nThey wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt\nWhen Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin.\nThis bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! 'cause I'm a.\n\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 nuthin!\nI'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\nRiot maker\n\nStand back if you frightened!\nYeah! Get back 'cause we fightin!\n\nI'm a skyscraper.\nThat's why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper\nMan I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them\nWhen I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim!\n\nIt's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?)\n'Cause I'm still countin money off the back streets\nEvery city, every show, I got to pack heat\nThis ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet\nI'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\nBlow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but time\nAnd I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you?\nWith a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you\nSss.sss... sick them rottweilers on you\nKillers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you\nA made man in the streets, I made grams\nWrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\nNow I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder\nDo 57 shows in a three month summer\nAny deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech\nGonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck\n\nLike you ain't know, we put it down like this\nSnug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\nSuzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin\nSo watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch\nYou just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\nYou never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\nWhether it's reppin dog, or movin them bricks\nI keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it big\nAs you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star qualities\nI hang out with bitches that's naked... and watch the bra swallow me\nIt's always solo, you can't fake it. so don't try ta follow me\nYou still can't get back up on your feet... You right back where you ought to be\nI see you failin 'cause Strange Music got it locked boy\nInvest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy\nIt's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa\nYou can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. 'cause I'm a\n\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 nuthin!\nI'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\nRiot maker\n\nWe will... shut this muthafucka down\nWe will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n\nSince 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\nWelcome... to Everready.\nAnd Enjoy","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.82] This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\n[00:04.54] And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\n[00:09.04] Real Riot Makers.\n[00:11.78] This one right here's for the Riot Makers!\n[00:14.45] The moshers! The stompers! The jail breakers!\n[00:17.19] We gon start this shit off right!\n[00:19.85] We got KCMO in the house tonight!\n[00:22.69] We gon start this shit off right! (Off right!)\n[00:26.27] We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight! (Come on!)\n[00:28.08] This is the moment for riders and thugs\n[00:31.68] Strippers in body bags, empassin violence and drugs\n[00:35.20] Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs\n[00:37.93] They say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood\n[00:40.77] This is my music for all my people missin my music\n[00:43.46] Keep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it\n[00:46.16] Satan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it\n[00:49.71] For the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest.\n[00:51.54] I don't know why they keep pumpin it's somethin\n[00:55.12] Maybe in the music they wanna be bumpin\n[00:56.07] It's crunk and it's hella haterific\n[00:57.81] Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play\n[01:01.55] When October is lookin bloody and Satanistic\n[01:04.29] Killas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit\n[01:07.84] Then turbulence, don't get nervous when I wreck arenas\n[01:10.59] Concert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me\n[01:13.25] 'Cause they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina 'cause I'm a.\n[01:15.96] RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n[01:19.51] RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n[01:23.18] RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n[01:25.97] RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n[01:28.69] I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n[01:36.71] Riot maker\n[01:42.10] Hop in a mosh pit fa sho!\n[01:43.02] You push, you shove, you get elbowed!\n[01:46.79] Back on 'cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre\n[01:49.46] All of the soldiers who got gone on that day\n[01:52.12] All my people's that's sittin in prison\n[01:54.83] This is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin?\n[01:57.55] Fuck the law and the government they'll hymn yo ass up\n[02:01.10] They'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck\n[02:03.81] No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb\n[02:06.54] But you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long\n[02:10.10] Ever been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy\n[02:12.94] In Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby\n[02:15.62] Stage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back\n[02:19.28] But they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\n[02:22.41] Now when this happened, it wasn't even during my set\n[02:25.13] They wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt\n[02:27.82] When Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin.\n[02:30.53] This bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! 'cause I'm a.\n[02:33.41] RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n[02:37.04] RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n[02:39.78] RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n[02:42.50] RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n[02:47.98] I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n[02:56.08] Riot maker\n[02:58.75] Stand back if you frightened!\n[03:00.64] Yeah! Get back 'cause we fightin!\n[03:03.39] I'm a skyscraper.\n[03:05.14] That's why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper\n[03:08.71] Man I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them\n[03:12.39] When I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim!\n[03:15.05] It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?)\n[03:18.62] 'Cause I'm still countin money off the back streets\n[03:21.32] Every city, every show, I got to pack heat\n[03:24.14] This ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet\n[03:26.88] I'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\n[03:29.54] Blow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but time\n[03:32.28] And I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you?\n[03:35.84] With a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you\n[03:38.54] Sss.sss... sick them rottweilers on you\n[03:42.19] Killers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you\n[03:44.99] A made man in the streets, I made grams\n[03:47.65] Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\n[03:50.34] Now I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder\n[03:53.01] Do 57 shows in a three month summer\n[03:55.73] Any deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech\n[03:59.36] Gonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck\n[04:02.05] Like you ain't know, we put it down like this\n[04:05.75] Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\n[04:07.50] Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin\n[04:10.26] So watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch\n[04:13.80] You just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\n[04:15.69] You never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\n[04:19.26] Whether it's reppin dog, or movin them bricks\n[04:21.99] I keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it big\n[04:25.57] As you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star qualities\n[04:29.22] I hang out with bitches that's naked... and watch the bra swallow me\n[04:31.92] It's always solo, you can't fake it. so don't try ta follow me\n[04:35.58] You still can't get back up on your feet... You right back where you ought to be\n[04:38.26] I see you failin 'cause Strange Music got it locked boy\n[04:40.94] Invest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy\n[04:44.56] It's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa\n[04:47.22] You can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. 'cause I'm a\n[04:49.96] RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n[04:52.79] RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n[04:55.46] RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n[04:59.06] RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n[05:04.44] I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n[05:12.55] Riot maker\n[05:14.31] We will... shut this muthafucka down\n[05:16.29] We will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n[05:18.94] Since 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\n[05:26.19] Welcome... to Everready.\n[05:28.83] And Enjoy\n[05:31.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Riot Maker (Enjoy)\n  artist: Tech N9ne\n  album: Everready (The Religion)\n  duration_ms: 331000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\n  start_ms: 1820\n  end_ms: 4540\n- text: And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\n  start_ms: 4540\n  end_ms: 9040\n- text: Real Riot Makers.\n  start_ms: 9040\n  end_ms: 11780\n- text: This one right here's for the Riot Makers!\n  start_ms: 11780\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: The moshers! The stompers! The jail breakers!\n  start_ms: 14450\n  end_ms: 17190\n- text: We gon start this shit off right!\n  start_ms: 17190\n  end_ms: 19850\n- text: We got KCMO in the house tonight!\n  start_ms: 19850\n  end_ms: 22690\n- text: We gon start this shit off right! (Off right!)\n  start_ms: 22690\n  end_ms: 26270\n- text: We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight! 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Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\n  start_ms: 318940\n  end_ms: 326190\n- text: Welcome... to Everready.\n  start_ms: 326190\n  end_ms: 328830\n- text: And Enjoy\n  start_ms: 328830\n  end_ms: 331080\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 331080\nplain: |-\n  This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\n  And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\n  Real Riot Makers.\n\n  This one right here's for the Riot Makers!\n  The moshers! The stompers! The jail breakers!\n  We gon start this shit off right!\n  We got KCMO in the house tonight!\n  We gon start this shit off right! (Off right!)\n  We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight! (Come on!)\n\n  This is the moment for riders and thugs\n  Strippers in body bags, empassin violence and drugs\n  Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs\n  They say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood\n  This is my music for all my people missin my music\n  Keep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it\n  Satan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it\n  For the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest.\n\n  I don't know why they keep pumpin it's somethin\n  Maybe in the music they wanna be bumpin\n  It's crunk and it's hella haterific\n  Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play\n  When October is lookin bloody and Satanistic\n  Killas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit\n  Then turbulence, don't get nervous when I wreck arenas\n  Concert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me\n  'Cause they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina 'cause I'm a.\n\n  RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  Riot maker\n\n  Hop in a mosh pit fa sho!\n  You push, you shove, you get elbowed!\n\n  Back on 'cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre\n  All of the soldiers who got gone on that day\n  All my people's that's sittin in prison\n  This is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin?\n  Fuck the law and the government they'll hymn yo ass up\n  They'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck\n  No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb\n  But you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long\n  Ever been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy\n  In Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby\n  Stage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back\n  But they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\n  Now when this happened, it wasn't even during my set\n  They wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt\n  When Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin.\n  This bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! 'cause I'm a.\n\n  RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  Riot maker\n\n  Stand back if you frightened!\n  Yeah! Get back 'cause we fightin!\n\n  I'm a skyscraper.\n  That's why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper\n  Man I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them\n  When I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim!\n\n  It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?)\n  'Cause I'm still countin money off the back streets\n  Every city, every show, I got to pack heat\n  This ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet\n  I'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\n  Blow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but time\n  And I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you?\n  With a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you\n  Sss.sss... sick them rottweilers on you\n  Killers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you\n  A made man in the streets, I made grams\n  Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\n  Now I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder\n  Do 57 shows in a three month summer\n  Any deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech\n  Gonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck\n\n  Like you ain't know, we put it down like this\n  Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\n  Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin\n  So watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch\n  You just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\n  You never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\n  Whether it's reppin dog, or movin them bricks\n  I keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it big\n  As you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star qualities\n  I hang out with bitches that's naked... and watch the bra swallow me\n  It's always solo, you can't fake it. so don't try ta follow me\n  You still can't get back up on your feet... You right back where you ought to be\n  I see you failin 'cause Strange Music got it locked boy\n  Invest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy\n  It's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa\n  You can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. 'cause I'm a\n\n  RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  Riot maker\n\n  We will... shut this muthafucka down\n  We will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n\n  Since 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\n  Welcome... to Everready.\n  And Enjoy\n"},{"id":14348720,"name":"Riot Maker/Enjoy","trackName":"Riot Maker/Enjoy","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"Everready Disc 1","duration":331.5461,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This one right here's for the riot makers\nThe moshers, the stompers, and jawbreakers\nWe gon' start this shit off right\nWe got K-C-M-O in the house tonight\nWe gon' start this shit off right (off right)\nWe got Tecca N9na in the house tonight, come on\n\nThis is the moment for riders and thugs\nStrippers in body bags, zippers, and violence and drugs\nPoverty, a bunch of minorities die in the club\nThey say my music's makin' 'em lose it, I write it in blood\nThis is my music for all my people missin' my music\nKeep listenin' to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it\nSatan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it\nFor the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest\n\nI don't know why they be pumpin', it's somethin'\nMaybe in the music wanna be bumpin'\nIt's crunk, and it's hella haterific (haterific)\nThrow your set up in the air is all the DJ really wanna play\nWhen it's over, it's lookin' bloody and satanistic (satanistic)\nKillers from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin' shit\nI'm turbulence, some get nervous when I wreck arenas (wreck arenas)\nConcert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me\n'Cause they say that Samoans will riot on Tecca N9na (ooh)\n\n('Cause I'm a riot maker), that's if you don't know\n(I'm a riot maker), they mosh at my shows\n(I'm a riot maker), and I come out bustin'\nI'm a riot maker (riot maker)\nI don't give a damn about nothin'\nSlide Freaker, I'm a skyscraper\nRiot maker\n\nHop in a mosh pit for sho'\nYou push, you shove, you get elbowed\n\nBack on, 'cause this for Fat-Tone and Mac Dre\nAll of the soldiers who got gone on that day\nAll my people's sittin' in prison this is for you\nSo won't you listen to the shit that I'm spittin'?\nFuck the law man the government they'll hem yo' ass up\nThey'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck\nNo right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb\nBut you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long\n\nEver been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy\nIn Ohio, a chick got a little too hyphy, baby\nStage divin' and crowd-surfin', couldn't hold back\nBut they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\nNow when this happened it wasn't even durin' my set\nThey wanted me to give a signed poster to the hospital, bet\nWhen Travis told me, \"We got papers,\" I thought he was playin'\nThis bitch is suin' Tecca N9na for one hundred grand\n\n('Cause I'm a riot maker), that's if you don't know\n(I'm a riot maker), they mosh at my shows\n(I'm a riot maker), and I come out bustin'\nI'm a riot maker (riot maker)\nI don't give a damn about nothin'\nSlide Freaker, I'm a skyscraper\nRiot maker\n\nStand back if you're frightened\nYeah, get back 'cause we fightin'\n\nI'm a skyscraper\nThat's why everybody in my path is tryna get a little piece of my paper\nMan, I swear the N9na will never love them, plug them\nWhen I'm rollin' with Skatterman and Snug Brim\n\nIt's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep (why?)\n'Cause I'm still countin' money off the backstreets (ha)\nEvery city, every show, I got to pack heat (pack heat)\nThis ain't no fuckin' rap song, check my rap sheet\nI'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\nBlow your head off your shoulders, dog, it's nothin' but time (nothin' but time)\nAnd I never raise my voice, you a bum, why should I holler on you? (Holler on you)\nWith a whisper, I can drop a couple dollars on you\n\nSs-, ss-, sick them rottweilers on you\nKillers bustin' out the windows of Impalas on you\nA made man in the streets, I made grams\nWrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\nNow I'm chillin' on the tour with the red-head wonder (red-head wonder)\nDid 57 shows in a three-month summer (three-month summer)\nAny deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin' with Tech\nGonna be found in Swope Park with his nuts in his neck\n\nLike you ain't know, we put it down like this\nSnug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, Uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\nSuzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin, so watch your tongue\nIf you woopin' we come to shootin' up at you and your bitch\nYou just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\nYou never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\nWhether it's reppin', dog, or movin' them bricks\nI keep it gutta, little homie, look my records, see I'm doin' it big\n\nAs you can tell I ain't no regular nigga, I'm filled with star qualities\nI hang out with bitches that's naked, and watch the broad swallow me\nIt's always solo, you can't fake it, so don't try to follow me\nYou still can't get back up on your feet, you right back where you ought to be\nI see you failin' 'cause Strange Music got it locked, boy\nInvest your stock, boy, Kansas City hot, boy\nIt's really fuck a hater, smoke the weed, get ya paper\nYou can see me now or later, motherfuckin' riot maker\n\n('Cause I'm a riot maker), that's if you don't know\n(I'm a riot maker), they mosh at my shows\n(I'm a riot maker), and I come out bustin'\nI'm a riot maker (riot maker)\nI don't give a damn about nothin'\nSlide Freaker, I'm a skyscraper\nRiot maker\n\nWe will shut this motherfucker down\nWe will tear up your motherfuckin' town\nSince 1985, 66, triple 8, 46, 99, 3\nWelcome to Everready (en-enjoy)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Riot Maker/Enjoy\n  artist: Tech N9ne\n  album: Everready Disc 1\n  duration_ms: 331546\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This one right here's for the riot makers\n  The moshers, the stompers, and jawbreakers\n  We gon' start this shit off right\n  We got K-C-M-O in the house tonight\n  We gon' start this shit off right (off right)\n  We got Tecca N9na in the house tonight, come on\n\n  This is the moment for riders and thugs\n  Strippers in body bags, zippers, and violence and drugs\n  Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the club\n  They say my music's makin' 'em lose it, I write it in blood\n  This is my music for all my people missin' my music\n  Keep listenin' to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it\n  Satan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it\n  For the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest\n\n  I don't know why they be pumpin', it's somethin'\n  Maybe in the music wanna be bumpin'\n  It's crunk, and it's hella haterific (haterific)\n  Throw your set up in the air is all the DJ really wanna play\n  When it's over, it's lookin' bloody and satanistic (satanistic)\n  Killers from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin' shit\n  I'm turbulence, some get nervous when I wreck arenas (wreck arenas)\n  Concert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me\n  'Cause they say that Samoans will riot on Tecca N9na (ooh)\n\n  ('Cause I'm a riot maker), that's if you don't know\n  (I'm a riot maker), they mosh at my shows\n  (I'm a riot maker), and I come out bustin'\n  I'm a riot maker (riot maker)\n  I don't give a damn about nothin'\n  Slide Freaker, I'm a skyscraper\n  Riot maker\n\n  Hop in a mosh pit for sho'\n  You push, you shove, you get elbowed\n\n  Back on, 'cause this for Fat-Tone and Mac Dre\n  All of the soldiers who got gone on that day\n  All my people's sittin' in prison this is for you\n  So won't you listen to the shit that I'm spittin'?\n  Fuck the law man the government they'll hem yo' ass up\n  They'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck\n  No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb\n  But you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long\n\n  Ever been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy\n  In Ohio, a chick got a little too hyphy, baby\n  Stage divin' and crowd-surfin', couldn't hold back\n  But they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\n  Now when this happened it wasn't even durin' my set\n  They wanted me to give a signed poster to the hospital, bet\n  When Travis told me, \"We got papers,\" I thought he was playin'\n  This bitch is suin' Tecca N9na for one hundred grand\n\n  ('Cause I'm a riot maker), that's if you don't know\n  (I'm a riot maker), they mosh at my shows\n  (I'm a riot maker), and I come out bustin'\n  I'm a riot maker (riot maker)\n  I don't give a damn about nothin'\n  Slide Freaker, I'm a skyscraper\n  Riot maker\n\n  Stand back if you're frightened\n  Yeah, get back 'cause we fightin'\n\n  I'm a skyscraper\n  That's why everybody in my path is tryna get a little piece of my paper\n  Man, I swear the N9na will never love them, plug them\n  When I'm rollin' with Skatterman and Snug Brim\n\n  It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep (why?)\n  'Cause I'm still countin' money off the backstreets (ha)\n  Every city, every show, I got to pack heat (pack heat)\n  This ain't no fuckin' rap song, check my rap sheet\n  I'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\n  Blow your head off your shoulders, dog, it's nothin' but time (nothin' but time)\n  And I never raise my voice, you a bum, why should I holler on you? (Holler on you)\n  With a whisper, I can drop a couple dollars on you\n\n  Ss-, ss-, sick them rottweilers on you\n  Killers bustin' out the windows of Impalas on you\n  A made man in the streets, I made grams\n  Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\n  Now I'm chillin' on the tour with the red-head wonder (red-head wonder)\n  Did 57 shows in a three-month summer (three-month summer)\n  Any deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin' with Tech\n  Gonna be found in Swope Park with his nuts in his neck\n\n  Like you ain't know, we put it down like this\n  Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, Uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\n  Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin, so watch your tongue\n  If you woopin' we come to shootin' up at you and your bitch\n  You just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\n  You never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\n  Whether it's reppin', dog, or movin' them bricks\n  I keep it gutta, little homie, look my records, see I'm doin' it big\n\n  As you can tell I ain't no regular nigga, I'm filled with star qualities\n  I hang out with bitches that's naked, and watch the broad swallow me\n  It's always solo, you can't fake it, so don't try to follow me\n  You still can't get back up on your feet, you right back where you ought to be\n  I see you failin' 'cause Strange Music got it locked, boy\n  Invest your stock, boy, Kansas City hot, boy\n  It's really fuck a hater, smoke the weed, get ya paper\n  You can see me now or later, motherfuckin' riot maker\n\n  ('Cause I'm a riot maker), that's if you don't know\n  (I'm a riot maker), they mosh at my shows\n  (I'm a riot maker), and I come out bustin'\n  I'm a riot maker (riot maker)\n  I don't give a damn about nothin'\n  Slide Freaker, I'm a skyscraper\n  Riot maker\n\n  We will shut this motherfucker down\n  We will tear up your motherfuckin' town\n  Since 1985, 66, triple 8, 46, 99, 3\n  Welcome to Everready (en-enjoy)\n"},{"id":14566848,"name":"Riot Maker (Enjoy)","trackName":"Riot Maker (Enjoy)","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"Everready (The Religion) [Cd 1]","duration":331.52,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This one right here's for the riot makers\nThe moshers, the stompers, and jawbreakers\nWe gon' start this shit off right\nWe got K-C-M-O in the house tonight\nWe gon' start this shit off right (off right)\nWe got Tecca N9na in the house tonight, come on\n\nThis is the moment for riders and thugs\nStrippers in body bags, zippers, and violence and drugs\nPoverty, a bunch of minorities die in the club\nThey say my music's makin' 'em lose it, I write it in blood\nThis is my music for all my people missin' my music\nKeep listenin' to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it\nSatan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it\nFor the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest\n\nI don't know why they be pumpin', it's somethin'\nMaybe in the music wanna be bumpin'\nIt's crunk, and it's hella haterific (haterific)\nThrow your set up in the air is all the DJ really wanna play\nWhen it's over, it's lookin' bloody and satanistic (satanistic)\nKillers from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin' shit\nI'm turbulence, some get nervous when I wreck arenas (wreck arenas)\nConcert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me\n'Cause they say that Samoans will riot on Tecca N9na (ooh)\n\n('Cause I'm a riot maker), that's if you don't know\n(I'm a riot maker), they mosh at my shows\n(I'm a riot maker), and I come out bustin'\nI'm a riot maker (riot maker)\nI don't give a damn about nothin'\nSlide Freaker, I'm a skyscraper\nRiot maker\n\nHop in a mosh pit for sho'\nYou push, you shove, you get elbowed\n\nBack on, 'cause this for Fat-Tone and Mac Dre\nAll of the soldiers who got gone on that day\nAll my people's sittin' in prison this is for you\nSo won't you listen to the shit that I'm spittin'?\nFuck the law man the government they'll hem yo' ass up\nThey'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck\nNo right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb\nBut you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long\n\nEver been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy\nIn Ohio, a chick got a little too hyphy, baby\nStage divin' and crowd-surfin', couldn't hold back\nBut they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\nNow when this happened it wasn't even durin' my set\nThey wanted me to give a signed poster to the hospital, bet\nWhen Travis told me, \"We got papers,\" I thought he was playin'\nThis bitch is suin' Tecca N9na for one hundred grand\n\n('Cause I'm a riot maker), that's if you don't know\n(I'm a riot maker), they mosh at my shows\n(I'm a riot maker), and I come out bustin'\nI'm a riot maker (riot maker)\nI don't give a damn about nothin'\nSlide Freaker, I'm a skyscraper\nRiot maker\n\nStand back if you're frightened\nYeah, get back 'cause we fightin'\n\nI'm a skyscraper\nThat's why everybody in my path is tryna get a little piece of my paper\nMan, I swear the N9na will never love them, plug them\nWhen I'm rollin' with Skatterman and Snug Brim\n\nIt's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep (why?)\n'Cause I'm still countin' money off the backstreets (ha)\nEvery city, every show, I got to pack heat (pack heat)\nThis ain't no fuckin' rap song, check my rap sheet\nI'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\nBlow your head off your shoulders, dog, it's nothin' but time (nothin' but time)\nAnd I never raise my voice, you a bum, why should I holler on you? (Holler on you)\nWith a whisper, I can drop a couple dollars on you\n\nSs-, ss-, sick them rottweilers on you\nKillers bustin' out the windows of Impalas on you\nA made man in the streets, I made grams\nWrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\nNow I'm chillin' on the tour with the red-head wonder (red-head wonder)\nDid 57 shows in a three-month summer (three-month summer)\nAny deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin' with Tech\nGonna be found in Swope Park with his nuts in his neck\n\nLike you ain't know, we put it down like this\nSnug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, Uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\nSuzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin, so watch your tongue\nIf you woopin' we come to shootin' up at you and your bitch\nYou just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\nYou never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\nWhether it's reppin', dog, or movin' them bricks\nI keep it gutta, little homie, look my records, see I'm doin' it big\n\nAs you can tell I ain't no regular nigga, I'm filled with star qualities\nI hang out with bitches that's naked, and watch the broad swallow me\nIt's always solo, you can't fake it, so don't try to follow me\nYou still can't get back up on your feet, you right back where you ought to be\nI see you failin' 'cause Strange Music got it locked, boy\nInvest your stock, boy, Kansas City hot, boy\nIt's really fuck a hater, smoke the weed, get ya paper\nYou can see me now or later, motherfuckin' riot maker\n\n('Cause I'm a riot maker), that's if you don't know\n(I'm a riot maker), they mosh at my shows\n(I'm a riot maker), and I come out bustin'\nI'm a riot maker (riot maker)\nI don't give a damn about nothin'\nSlide Freaker, I'm a skyscraper\nRiot maker\n\nWe will shut this motherfucker down\nWe will tear up your motherfuckin' town\nSince 1985, 66, triple 8, 46, 99, 3\nWelcome to Everready (en-enjoy)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Riot Maker (Enjoy)\n  artist: Tech N9ne\n  album: Everready (The Religion) [Cd 1]\n  duration_ms: 331520\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This one right here's for the riot makers\n  The moshers, the stompers, and jawbreakers\n  We gon' start this shit off right\n  We got K-C-M-O in the house tonight\n  We gon' start this shit off right (off right)\n  We got Tecca N9na in the house tonight, come on\n\n  This is the moment for riders and thugs\n  Strippers in body bags, zippers, and violence and drugs\n  Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the club\n  They say my music's makin' 'em lose it, I write it in blood\n  This is my music for all my people missin' my music\n  Keep listenin' to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it\n  Satan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it\n  For the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest\n\n  I don't know why they be pumpin', it's somethin'\n  Maybe in the music wanna be bumpin'\n  It's crunk, and it's hella haterific (haterific)\n  Throw your set up in the air is all the DJ really wanna play\n  When it's over, it's lookin' bloody and satanistic (satanistic)\n  Killers from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin' shit\n  I'm turbulence, some get nervous when I wreck arenas (wreck arenas)\n  Concert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me\n  'Cause they say that Samoans will riot on Tecca N9na (ooh)\n\n  ('Cause I'm a riot maker), that's if you don't know\n  (I'm a riot maker), they mosh at my shows\n  (I'm a riot maker), and I come out bustin'\n  I'm a riot maker (riot maker)\n  I don't give a damn about nothin'\n  Slide Freaker, I'm a skyscraper\n  Riot maker\n\n  Hop in a mosh pit for sho'\n  You push, you shove, you get elbowed\n\n  Back on, 'cause this for Fat-Tone and Mac Dre\n  All of the soldiers who got gone on that day\n  All my people's sittin' in prison this is for you\n  So won't you listen to the shit that I'm spittin'?\n  Fuck the law man the government they'll hem yo' ass up\n  They'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck\n  No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb\n  But you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long\n\n  Ever been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy\n  In Ohio, a chick got a little too hyphy, baby\n  Stage divin' and crowd-surfin', couldn't hold back\n  But they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\n  Now when this happened it wasn't even durin' my set\n  They wanted me to give a signed poster to the hospital, bet\n  When Travis told me, \"We got papers,\" I thought he was playin'\n  This bitch is suin' Tecca N9na for one hundred grand\n\n  ('Cause I'm a riot maker), that's if you don't know\n  (I'm a riot maker), they mosh at my shows\n  (I'm a riot maker), and I come out bustin'\n  I'm a riot maker (riot maker)\n  I don't give a damn about nothin'\n  Slide Freaker, I'm a skyscraper\n  Riot maker\n\n  Stand back if you're frightened\n  Yeah, get back 'cause we fightin'\n\n  I'm a skyscraper\n  That's why everybody in my path is tryna get a little piece of my paper\n  Man, I swear the N9na will never love them, plug them\n  When I'm rollin' with Skatterman and Snug Brim\n\n  It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep (why?)\n  'Cause I'm still countin' money off the backstreets (ha)\n  Every city, every show, I got to pack heat (pack heat)\n  This ain't no fuckin' rap song, check my rap sheet\n  I'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\n  Blow your head off your shoulders, dog, it's nothin' but time (nothin' but time)\n  And I never raise my voice, you a bum, why should I holler on you? (Holler on you)\n  With a whisper, I can drop a couple dollars on you\n\n  Ss-, ss-, sick them rottweilers on you\n  Killers bustin' out the windows of Impalas on you\n  A made man in the streets, I made grams\n  Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\n  Now I'm chillin' on the tour with the red-head wonder (red-head wonder)\n  Did 57 shows in a three-month summer (three-month summer)\n  Any deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin' with Tech\n  Gonna be found in Swope Park with his nuts in his neck\n\n  Like you ain't know, we put it down like this\n  Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, Uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\n  Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin, so watch your tongue\n  If you woopin' we come to shootin' up at you and your bitch\n  You just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\n  You never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\n  Whether it's reppin', dog, or movin' them bricks\n  I keep it gutta, little homie, look my records, see I'm doin' it big\n\n  As you can tell I ain't no regular nigga, I'm filled with star qualities\n  I hang out with bitches that's naked, and watch the broad swallow me\n  It's always solo, you can't fake it, so don't try to follow me\n  You still can't get back up on your feet, you right back where you ought to be\n  I see you failin' 'cause Strange Music got it locked, boy\n  Invest your stock, boy, Kansas City hot, boy\n  It's really fuck a hater, smoke the weed, get ya paper\n  You can see me now or later, motherfuckin' riot maker\n\n  ('Cause I'm a riot maker), that's if you don't know\n  (I'm a riot maker), they mosh at my shows\n  (I'm a riot maker), and I come out bustin'\n  I'm a riot maker (riot maker)\n  I don't give a damn about nothin'\n  Slide Freaker, I'm a skyscraper\n  Riot maker\n\n  We will shut this motherfucker down\n  We will tear up your motherfuckin' town\n  Since 1985, 66, triple 8, 46, 99, 3\n  Welcome to Everready (en-enjoy)\n"},{"id":23574122,"name":"Riot Maker / Enjoy","trackName":"Riot Maker / Enjoy","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"Everready: The Religion (Expli","duration":331.661333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\nAnd all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\nReal Riot Makers.\n\nThis 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!)\n\nThis is the moment for riders and thugs\nStrippers in body bags, empassin violence and drugs\nPoverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs\nThey say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood\nThis is my music for all my people missin my music\nKeep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it\nSatan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it\nFor the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest.\n\nI don't know why they keep pumpin it's somethin\nMaybe in the music they wanna be bumpin\nIt's crunk and it's hella haterific\nThrow your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play\nWhen October is lookin bloody and Satanistic\nKillas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit\nThen turbulence, don't get nervous when I wreck arenas\nConcert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me\n'Cause they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina 'cause I'm a.\n\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 nuthin!\nI'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\nRiot maker\n\nHop in a mosh pit fa sho!\nYou push, you shove, you get elbowed!\n\nBack on 'cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre\nAll of the soldiers who got gone on that day\nAll my people's that's sittin in prison\nThis is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin?\nFuck the law and the government they'll hymn yo ass up\nThey'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck\nNo right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb\nBut you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long\nEver been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy\nIn Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby\nStage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back\nBut they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\nNow when this happened, it wasn't even during my set\nThey wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt\nWhen Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin.\nThis bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! 'cause I'm a.\n\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 nuthin!\nI'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\nRiot maker\n\nStand back if you frightened!\nYeah! Get back 'cause we fightin!\n\nI'm a skyscraper.\nThat's why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper\nMan I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them\nWhen I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim!\n\nIt's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?)\n'Cause I'm still countin money off the back streets\nEvery city, every show, I got to pack heat\nThis ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet\nI'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\nBlow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but time\nAnd I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you?\nWith a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you\nSss.sss... sick them rottweilers on you\nKillers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you\nA made man in the streets, I made grams\nWrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\nNow I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder\nDo 57 shows in a three month summer\nAny deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech\nGonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck\n\nLike you ain't know, we put it down like this\nSnug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\nSuzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin\nSo watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch\nYou just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\nYou never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\nWhether it's reppin dog, or movin them bricks\nI keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it big\nAs you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star qualities\nI hang out with bitches that's naked... and watch the bra swallow me\nIt's always solo, you can't fake it. so don't try ta follow me\nYou still can't get back up on your feet... You right back where you ought to be\nI see you failin 'cause Strange Music got it locked boy\nInvest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy\nIt's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa\nYou can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. 'cause I'm a\n\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 nuthin!\nI'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\nRiot maker\n\nWe will... shut this muthafucka down\nWe will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n\nSince 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\nWelcome... to Everready.\nAnd Enjoy","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.82] This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\n[00:04.54] And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\n[00:09.04] Real Riot Makers.\n[00:11.78] This one right here's for the Riot Makers!\n[00:14.45] The moshers! The stompers! The jail breakers!\n[00:17.19] We gon start this shit off right!\n[00:19.85] We got KCMO in the house tonight!\n[00:22.69] We gon start this shit off right! (Off right!)\n[00:26.27] We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight! (Come on!)\n[00:28.08] This is the moment for riders and thugs\n[00:31.68] Strippers in body bags, empassin violence and drugs\n[00:35.20] Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs\n[00:37.93] They say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood\n[00:40.77] This is my music for all my people missin my music\n[00:43.46] Keep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it\n[00:46.16] Satan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it\n[00:49.71] For the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest.\n[00:51.54] I don't know why they keep pumpin it's somethin\n[00:55.12] Maybe in the music they wanna be bumpin\n[00:56.07] It's crunk and it's hella haterific\n[00:57.81] Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play\n[01:01.55] When October is lookin bloody and Satanistic\n[01:04.29] Killas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit\n[01:07.84] Then turbulence, don't get nervous when I wreck arenas\n[01:10.59] Concert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me\n[01:13.25] 'Cause they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina 'cause I'm a.\n[01:15.96] RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n[01:19.51] RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n[01:23.18] RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n[01:25.97] RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n[01:28.69] I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n[01:36.71] Riot maker\n[01:42.10] Hop in a mosh pit fa sho!\n[01:43.02] You push, you shove, you get elbowed!\n[01:46.79] Back on 'cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre\n[01:49.46] All of the soldiers who got gone on that day\n[01:52.12] All my people's that's sittin in prison\n[01:54.83] This is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin?\n[01:57.55] Fuck the law and the government they'll hymn yo ass up\n[02:01.10] They'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck\n[02:03.81] No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb\n[02:06.54] But you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long\n[02:10.10] Ever been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy\n[02:12.94] In Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby\n[02:15.62] Stage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back\n[02:19.28] But they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\n[02:22.41] Now when this happened, it wasn't even during my set\n[02:25.13] They wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt\n[02:27.82] When Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin.\n[02:30.53] This bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! 'cause I'm a.\n[02:33.41] RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n[02:37.04] RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n[02:39.78] RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n[02:42.50] RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n[02:47.98] I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n[02:56.08] Riot maker\n[02:58.75] Stand back if you frightened!\n[03:00.64] Yeah! Get back 'cause we fightin!\n[03:03.39] I'm a skyscraper.\n[03:05.14] That's why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper\n[03:08.71] Man I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them\n[03:12.39] When I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim!\n[03:15.05] It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?)\n[03:18.62] 'Cause I'm still countin money off the back streets\n[03:21.32] Every city, every show, I got to pack heat\n[03:24.14] This ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet\n[03:26.88] I'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\n[03:29.54] Blow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but time\n[03:32.28] And I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you?\n[03:35.84] With a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you\n[03:38.54] Sss.sss... sick them rottweilers on you\n[03:42.19] Killers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you\n[03:44.99] A made man in the streets, I made grams\n[03:47.65] Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\n[03:50.34] Now I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder\n[03:53.01] Do 57 shows in a three month summer\n[03:55.73] Any deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech\n[03:59.36] Gonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck\n[04:02.05] Like you ain't know, we put it down like this\n[04:05.75] Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\n[04:07.50] Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin\n[04:10.26] So watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch\n[04:13.80] You just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\n[04:15.69] You never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\n[04:19.26] Whether it's reppin dog, or movin them bricks\n[04:21.99] I keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it big\n[04:25.57] As you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star qualities\n[04:29.22] I hang out with bitches that's naked... and watch the bra swallow me\n[04:31.92] It's always solo, you can't fake it. so don't try ta follow me\n[04:35.58] You still can't get back up on your feet... You right back where you ought to be\n[04:38.26] I see you failin 'cause Strange Music got it locked boy\n[04:40.94] Invest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy\n[04:44.56] It's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa\n[04:47.22] You can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. 'cause I'm a\n[04:49.96] RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n[04:52.79] RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n[04:55.46] RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n[04:59.06] RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n[05:04.44] I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n[05:12.55] Riot maker\n[05:14.31] We will... shut this muthafucka down\n[05:16.29] We will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n[05:18.94] Since 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\n[05:26.19] Welcome... to Everready.\n[05:28.83] And Enjoy\n[05:31.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Riot Maker / Enjoy\n  artist: Tech N9ne\n  album: 'Everready: The Religion (Expli'\n  duration_ms: 331661\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\n  start_ms: 1820\n  end_ms: 4540\n- text: And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\n  start_ms: 4540\n  end_ms: 9040\n- text: Real Riot Makers.\n  start_ms: 9040\n  end_ms: 11780\n- text: This one right here's for the Riot Makers!\n  start_ms: 11780\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: The moshers! The stompers! The jail breakers!\n  start_ms: 14450\n  end_ms: 17190\n- text: We gon start this shit off right!\n  start_ms: 17190\n  end_ms: 19850\n- text: We got KCMO in the house tonight!\n  start_ms: 19850\n  end_ms: 22690\n- text: We gon start this shit off right! 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I'm a.\n  start_ms: 292790\n  end_ms: 295460\n- text: RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  start_ms: 295460\n  end_ms: 299060\n- text: RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  start_ms: 299060\n  end_ms: 304440\n- text: I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  start_ms: 304440\n  end_ms: 312550\n- text: Riot maker\n  start_ms: 312550\n  end_ms: 314310\n- text: We will... shut this muthafucka down\n  start_ms: 314310\n  end_ms: 316290\n- text: We will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n  start_ms: 316290\n  end_ms: 318940\n- text: Since 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\n  start_ms: 318940\n  end_ms: 326190\n- text: Welcome... to Everready.\n  start_ms: 326190\n  end_ms: 328830\n- text: And Enjoy\n  start_ms: 328830\n  end_ms: 331080\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 331080\nplain: |-\n  This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\n  And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\n  Real Riot Makers.\n\n  This one right here's for the Riot Makers!\n  The moshers! The stompers! The jail breakers!\n  We gon start this shit off right!\n  We got KCMO in the house tonight!\n  We gon start this shit off right! (Off right!)\n  We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight! (Come on!)\n\n  This is the moment for riders and thugs\n  Strippers in body bags, empassin violence and drugs\n  Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs\n  They say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood\n  This is my music for all my people missin my music\n  Keep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it\n  Satan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it\n  For the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest.\n\n  I don't know why they keep pumpin it's somethin\n  Maybe in the music they wanna be bumpin\n  It's crunk and it's hella haterific\n  Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play\n  When October is lookin bloody and Satanistic\n  Killas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit\n  Then turbulence, don't get nervous when I wreck arenas\n  Concert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me\n  'Cause they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina 'cause I'm a.\n\n  RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  Riot maker\n\n  Hop in a mosh pit fa sho!\n  You push, you shove, you get elbowed!\n\n  Back on 'cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre\n  All of the soldiers who got gone on that day\n  All my people's that's sittin in prison\n  This is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin?\n  Fuck the law and the government they'll hymn yo ass up\n  They'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck\n  No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb\n  But you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long\n  Ever been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy\n  In Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby\n  Stage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back\n  But they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\n  Now when this happened, it wasn't even during my set\n  They wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt\n  When Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin.\n  This bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! 'cause I'm a.\n\n  RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  Riot maker\n\n  Stand back if you frightened!\n  Yeah! Get back 'cause we fightin!\n\n  I'm a skyscraper.\n  That's why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper\n  Man I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them\n  When I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim!\n\n  It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?)\n  'Cause I'm still countin money off the back streets\n  Every city, every show, I got to pack heat\n  This ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet\n  I'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\n  Blow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but time\n  And I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you?\n  With a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you\n  Sss.sss... sick them rottweilers on you\n  Killers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you\n  A made man in the streets, I made grams\n  Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\n  Now I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder\n  Do 57 shows in a three month summer\n  Any deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech\n  Gonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck\n\n  Like you ain't know, we put it down like this\n  Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\n  Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin\n  So watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch\n  You just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\n  You never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\n  Whether it's reppin dog, or movin them bricks\n  I keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it big\n  As you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star qualities\n  I hang out with bitches that's naked... and watch the bra swallow me\n  It's always solo, you can't fake it. so don't try ta follow me\n  You still can't get back up on your feet... You right back where you ought to be\n  I see you failin 'cause Strange Music got it locked boy\n  Invest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy\n  It's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa\n  You can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. 'cause I'm a\n\n  RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  Riot maker\n\n  We will... shut this muthafucka down\n  We will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n\n  Since 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\n  Welcome... to Everready.\n  And Enjoy\n"},{"id":22231665,"name":"Riot Maker/Enjoy","trackName":"Riot Maker/Enjoy","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"Everready","duration":331.52,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\nAnd all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\nReal Riot Makers.\n\nThis 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!)\n\nThis is the moment for riders and thugs\nStrippers in body bags, empassin violence and drugs\nPoverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs\nThey say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood\nThis is my music for all my people missin my music\nKeep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it\nSatan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it\nFor the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest.\n\nI don't know why they keep pumpin it's somethin\nMaybe in the music they wanna be bumpin\nIt's crunk and it's hella haterific\nThrow your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play\nWhen October is lookin bloody and Satanistic\nKillas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit\nThen turbulence, don't get nervous when I wreck arenas\nConcert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me\n'Cause they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina 'cause I'm a.\n\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 nuthin!\nI'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\nRiot maker\n\nHop in a mosh pit fa sho!\nYou push, you shove, you get elbowed!\n\nBack on 'cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre\nAll of the soldiers who got gone on that day\nAll my people's that's sittin in prison\nThis is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin?\nFuck the law and the government they'll hymn yo ass up\nThey'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck\nNo right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb\nBut you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long\nEver been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy\nIn Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby\nStage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back\nBut they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\nNow when this happened, it wasn't even during my set\nThey wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt\nWhen Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin.\nThis bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! 'cause I'm a.\n\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 nuthin!\nI'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\nRiot maker\n\nStand back if you frightened!\nYeah! Get back 'cause we fightin!\n\nI'm a skyscraper.\nThat's why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper\nMan I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them\nWhen I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim!\n\nIt's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?)\n'Cause I'm still countin money off the back streets\nEvery city, every show, I got to pack heat\nThis ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet\nI'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\nBlow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but time\nAnd I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you?\nWith a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you\nSss.sss... sick them rottweilers on you\nKillers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you\nA made man in the streets, I made grams\nWrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\nNow I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder\nDo 57 shows in a three month summer\nAny deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech\nGonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck\n\nLike you ain't know, we put it down like this\nSnug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\nSuzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin\nSo watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch\nYou just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\nYou never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\nWhether it's reppin dog, or movin them bricks\nI keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it big\nAs you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star qualities\nI hang out with bitches that's naked... and watch the bra swallow me\nIt's always solo, you can't fake it. so don't try ta follow me\nYou still can't get back up on your feet... You right back where you ought to be\nI see you failin 'cause Strange Music got it locked boy\nInvest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy\nIt's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa\nYou can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. 'cause I'm a\n\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 nuthin!\nI'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\nRiot maker\n\nWe will... shut this muthafucka down\nWe will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n\nSince 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\nWelcome... to Everready.\nAnd Enjoy","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.82] This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\n[00:04.54] And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\n[00:09.04] Real Riot Makers.\n[00:11.78] This one right here's for the Riot Makers!\n[00:14.45] The moshers! The stompers! The jail breakers!\n[00:17.19] We gon start this shit off right!\n[00:19.85] We got KCMO in the house tonight!\n[00:22.69] We gon start this shit off right! (Off right!)\n[00:26.27] We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight! (Come on!)\n[00:28.08] This is the moment for riders and thugs\n[00:31.68] Strippers in body bags, empassin violence and drugs\n[00:35.20] Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs\n[00:37.93] They say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood\n[00:40.77] This is my music for all my people missin my music\n[00:43.46] Keep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it\n[00:46.16] Satan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it\n[00:49.71] For the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest.\n[00:51.54] I don't know why they keep pumpin it's somethin\n[00:55.12] Maybe in the music they wanna be bumpin\n[00:56.07] It's crunk and it's hella haterific\n[00:57.81] Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play\n[01:01.55] When October is lookin bloody and Satanistic\n[01:04.29] Killas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit\n[01:07.84] Then turbulence, don't get nervous when I wreck arenas\n[01:10.59] Concert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me\n[01:13.25] 'Cause they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina 'cause I'm a.\n[01:15.96] RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n[01:19.51] RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n[01:23.18] RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n[01:25.97] RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n[01:28.69] I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n[01:36.71] Riot maker\n[01:42.10] Hop in a mosh pit fa sho!\n[01:43.02] You push, you shove, you get elbowed!\n[01:46.79] Back on 'cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre\n[01:49.46] All of the soldiers who got gone on that day\n[01:52.12] All my people's that's sittin in prison\n[01:54.83] This is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin?\n[01:57.55] Fuck the law and the government they'll hymn yo ass up\n[02:01.10] They'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck\n[02:03.81] No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb\n[02:06.54] But you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long\n[02:10.10] Ever been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy\n[02:12.94] In Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby\n[02:15.62] Stage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back\n[02:19.28] But they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\n[02:22.41] Now when this happened, it wasn't even during my set\n[02:25.13] They wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt\n[02:27.82] When Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin.\n[02:30.53] This bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! 'cause I'm a.\n[02:33.41] RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n[02:37.04] RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n[02:39.78] RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n[02:42.50] RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n[02:47.98] I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n[02:56.08] Riot maker\n[02:58.75] Stand back if you frightened!\n[03:00.64] Yeah! Get back 'cause we fightin!\n[03:03.39] I'm a skyscraper.\n[03:05.14] That's why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper\n[03:08.71] Man I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them\n[03:12.39] When I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim!\n[03:15.05] It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?)\n[03:18.62] 'Cause I'm still countin money off the back streets\n[03:21.32] Every city, every show, I got to pack heat\n[03:24.14] This ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet\n[03:26.88] I'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\n[03:29.54] Blow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but time\n[03:32.28] And I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you?\n[03:35.84] With a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you\n[03:38.54] Sss.sss... sick them rottweilers on you\n[03:42.19] Killers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you\n[03:44.99] A made man in the streets, I made grams\n[03:47.65] Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\n[03:50.34] Now I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder\n[03:53.01] Do 57 shows in a three month summer\n[03:55.73] Any deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech\n[03:59.36] Gonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck\n[04:02.05] Like you ain't know, we put it down like this\n[04:05.75] Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\n[04:07.50] Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin\n[04:10.26] So watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch\n[04:13.80] You just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\n[04:15.69] You never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\n[04:19.26] Whether it's reppin dog, or movin them bricks\n[04:21.99] I keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it big\n[04:25.57] As you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star qualities\n[04:29.22] I hang out with bitches that's naked... and watch the bra swallow me\n[04:31.92] It's always solo, you can't fake it. so don't try ta follow me\n[04:35.58] You still can't get back up on your feet... You right back where you ought to be\n[04:38.26] I see you failin 'cause Strange Music got it locked boy\n[04:40.94] Invest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy\n[04:44.56] It's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa\n[04:47.22] You can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. 'cause I'm a\n[04:49.96] RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n[04:52.79] RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n[04:55.46] RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n[04:59.06] RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n[05:04.44] I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n[05:12.55] Riot maker\n[05:14.31] We will... shut this muthafucka down\n[05:16.29] We will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n[05:18.94] Since 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\n[05:26.19] Welcome... to Everready.\n[05:28.83] And Enjoy\n[05:31.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Riot Maker/Enjoy\n  artist: Tech N9ne\n  album: Everready\n  duration_ms: 331520\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\n  start_ms: 1820\n  end_ms: 4540\n- text: And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\n  start_ms: 4540\n  end_ms: 9040\n- text: Real Riot Makers.\n  start_ms: 9040\n  end_ms: 11780\n- text: This one right here's for the Riot Makers!\n  start_ms: 11780\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: The moshers! The stompers! The jail breakers!\n  start_ms: 14450\n  end_ms: 17190\n- text: We gon start this shit off right!\n  start_ms: 17190\n  end_ms: 19850\n- text: We got KCMO in the house tonight!\n  start_ms: 19850\n  end_ms: 22690\n- text: We gon start this shit off right! 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And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  start_ms: 159780\n  end_ms: 162500\n- text: RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  start_ms: 162500\n  end_ms: 167980\n- text: I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  start_ms: 167980\n  end_ms: 176080\n- text: Riot maker\n  start_ms: 176080\n  end_ms: 178750\n- text: Stand back if you frightened!\n  start_ms: 178750\n  end_ms: 180640\n- text: Yeah! Get back 'cause we fightin!\n  start_ms: 180640\n  end_ms: 183390\n- text: I'm a skyscraper.\n  start_ms: 183390\n  end_ms: 185140\n- text: That's why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper\n  start_ms: 185140\n  end_ms: 188710\n- text: Man I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them\n  start_ms: 188710\n  end_ms: 192390\n- text: When I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim!\n  start_ms: 192390\n  end_ms: 195050\n- text: It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?)\n  start_ms: 195050\n  end_ms: 198620\n- text: '''Cause I''m still countin money off the back streets'\n  start_ms: 198620\n  end_ms: 201320\n- text: Every city, every show, I got to pack heat\n  start_ms: 201320\n  end_ms: 204140\n- text: This ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet\n  start_ms: 204140\n  end_ms: 206880\n- text: I'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\n  start_ms: 206880\n  end_ms: 209540\n- text: Blow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but time\n  start_ms: 209540\n  end_ms: 212280\n- text: And I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you?\n  start_ms: 212280\n  end_ms: 215840\n- text: With a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you\n  start_ms: 215840\n  end_ms: 218540\n- text: Sss.sss... sick them rottweilers on you\n  start_ms: 218540\n  end_ms: 222190\n- text: Killers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you\n  start_ms: 222190\n  end_ms: 224990\n- text: A made man in the streets, I made grams\n  start_ms: 224990\n  end_ms: 227650\n- text: Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\n  start_ms: 227650\n  end_ms: 230340\n- text: Now I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder\n  start_ms: 230340\n  end_ms: 233010\n- text: Do 57 shows in a three month summer\n  start_ms: 233010\n  end_ms: 235730\n- text: Any deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech\n  start_ms: 235730\n  end_ms: 239360\n- text: Gonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck\n  start_ms: 239360\n  end_ms: 242050\n- text: Like you ain't know, we put it down like this\n  start_ms: 242050\n  end_ms: 245750\n- text: Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\n  start_ms: 245750\n  end_ms: 247500\n- text: Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin\n  start_ms: 247500\n  end_ms: 250260\n- text: So watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch\n  start_ms: 250260\n  end_ms: 253800\n- text: You just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\n  start_ms: 253800\n  end_ms: 255690\n- text: You never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\n  start_ms: 255690\n  end_ms: 259260\n- text: Whether it's reppin dog, or movin them bricks\n  start_ms: 259260\n  end_ms: 261990\n- text: I keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it big\n  start_ms: 261990\n  end_ms: 265570\n- text: As you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star qualities\n  start_ms: 265570\n  end_ms: 269220\n- text: I hang out with bitches that's naked... and watch the bra swallow me\n  start_ms: 269220\n  end_ms: 271920\n- text: It's always solo, you can't fake it. so don't try ta follow me\n  start_ms: 271920\n  end_ms: 275580\n- text: You still can't get back up on your feet... You right back where you ought to be\n  start_ms: 275580\n  end_ms: 278260\n- text: I see you failin 'cause Strange Music got it locked boy\n  start_ms: 278260\n  end_ms: 280940\n- text: Invest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy\n  start_ms: 280940\n  end_ms: 284560\n- text: It's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa\n  start_ms: 284560\n  end_ms: 287220\n- text: You can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. 'cause I'm a\n  start_ms: 287220\n  end_ms: 289960\n- text: RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n  start_ms: 289960\n  end_ms: 292790\n- text: RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n  start_ms: 292790\n  end_ms: 295460\n- text: RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  start_ms: 295460\n  end_ms: 299060\n- text: RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  start_ms: 299060\n  end_ms: 304440\n- text: I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  start_ms: 304440\n  end_ms: 312550\n- text: Riot maker\n  start_ms: 312550\n  end_ms: 314310\n- text: We will... shut this muthafucka down\n  start_ms: 314310\n  end_ms: 316290\n- text: We will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n  start_ms: 316290\n  end_ms: 318940\n- text: Since 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\n  start_ms: 318940\n  end_ms: 326190\n- text: Welcome... to Everready.\n  start_ms: 326190\n  end_ms: 328830\n- text: And Enjoy\n  start_ms: 328830\n  end_ms: 331080\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 331080\nplain: |-\n  This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\n  And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\n  Real Riot Makers.\n\n  This one right here's for the Riot Makers!\n  The moshers! The stompers! The jail breakers!\n  We gon start this shit off right!\n  We got KCMO in the house tonight!\n  We gon start this shit off right! (Off right!)\n  We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight! (Come on!)\n\n  This is the moment for riders and thugs\n  Strippers in body bags, empassin violence and drugs\n  Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs\n  They say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood\n  This is my music for all my people missin my music\n  Keep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it\n  Satan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it\n  For the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest.\n\n  I don't know why they keep pumpin it's somethin\n  Maybe in the music they wanna be bumpin\n  It's crunk and it's hella haterific\n  Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play\n  When October is lookin bloody and Satanistic\n  Killas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit\n  Then turbulence, don't get nervous when I wreck arenas\n  Concert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me\n  'Cause they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina 'cause I'm a.\n\n  RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  Riot maker\n\n  Hop in a mosh pit fa sho!\n  You push, you shove, you get elbowed!\n\n  Back on 'cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre\n  All of the soldiers who got gone on that day\n  All my people's that's sittin in prison\n  This is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin?\n  Fuck the law and the government they'll hymn yo ass up\n  They'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck\n  No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb\n  But you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long\n  Ever been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy\n  In Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby\n  Stage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back\n  But they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\n  Now when this happened, it wasn't even during my set\n  They wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt\n  When Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin.\n  This bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! 'cause I'm a.\n\n  RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  Riot maker\n\n  Stand back if you frightened!\n  Yeah! Get back 'cause we fightin!\n\n  I'm a skyscraper.\n  That's why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper\n  Man I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them\n  When I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim!\n\n  It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?)\n  'Cause I'm still countin money off the back streets\n  Every city, every show, I got to pack heat\n  This ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet\n  I'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\n  Blow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but time\n  And I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you?\n  With a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you\n  Sss.sss... sick them rottweilers on you\n  Killers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you\n  A made man in the streets, I made grams\n  Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\n  Now I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder\n  Do 57 shows in a three month summer\n  Any deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech\n  Gonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck\n\n  Like you ain't know, we put it down like this\n  Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\n  Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin\n  So watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch\n  You just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\n  You never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\n  Whether it's reppin dog, or movin them bricks\n  I keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it big\n  As you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star qualities\n  I hang out with bitches that's naked... and watch the bra swallow me\n  It's always solo, you can't fake it. so don't try ta follow me\n  You still can't get back up on your feet... You right back where you ought to be\n  I see you failin 'cause Strange Music got it locked boy\n  Invest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy\n  It's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa\n  You can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. 'cause I'm a\n\n  RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  Riot maker\n\n  We will... shut this muthafucka down\n  We will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n\n  Since 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\n  Welcome... to Everready.\n  And Enjoy\n"},{"id":27596490,"name":"Riot Maker/Enjoy","trackName":"Riot Maker/Enjoy","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"Everready [FYE Exclusive]","duration":332.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\nAnd all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\nReal Riot Makers.\n\nThis 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!)\n\nThis is the moment for riders and thugs\nStrippers in body bags, empassin violence and drugs\nPoverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs\nThey say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood\nThis is my music for all my people missin my music\nKeep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it\nSatan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it\nFor the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest.\n\nI don't know why they keep pumpin it's somethin\nMaybe in the music they wanna be bumpin\nIt's crunk and it's hella haterific\nThrow your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play\nWhen October is lookin bloody and Satanistic\nKillas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit\nThen turbulence, don't get nervous when I wreck arenas\nConcert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me\n'Cause they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina 'cause I'm a.\n\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 nuthin!\nI'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\nRiot maker\n\nHop in a mosh pit fa sho!\nYou push, you shove, you get elbowed!\n\nBack on 'cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre\nAll of the soldiers who got gone on that day\nAll my people's that's sittin in prison\nThis is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin?\nFuck the law and the government they'll hymn yo ass up\nThey'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck\nNo right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb\nBut you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long\nEver been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy\nIn Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby\nStage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back\nBut they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\nNow when this happened, it wasn't even during my set\nThey wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt\nWhen Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin.\nThis bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! 'cause I'm a.\n\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 nuthin!\nI'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\nRiot maker\n\nStand back if you frightened!\nYeah! Get back 'cause we fightin!\n\nI'm a skyscraper.\nThat's why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper\nMan I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them\nWhen I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim!\n\nIt's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?)\n'Cause I'm still countin money off the back streets\nEvery city, every show, I got to pack heat\nThis ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet\nI'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\nBlow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but time\nAnd I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you?\nWith a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you\nSss.sss... sick them rottweilers on you\nKillers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you\nA made man in the streets, I made grams\nWrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\nNow I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder\nDo 57 shows in a three month summer\nAny deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech\nGonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck\n\nLike you ain't know, we put it down like this\nSnug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\nSuzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin\nSo watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch\nYou just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\nYou never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\nWhether it's reppin dog, or movin them bricks\nI keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it big\nAs you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star qualities\nI hang out with bitches that's naked... and watch the bra swallow me\nIt's always solo, you can't fake it. so don't try ta follow me\nYou still can't get back up on your feet... You right back where you ought to be\nI see you failin 'cause Strange Music got it locked boy\nInvest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy\nIt's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa\nYou can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. 'cause I'm a\n\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 nuthin!\nI'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\nRiot maker\n\nWe will... shut this muthafucka down\nWe will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n\nSince 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\nWelcome... to Everready.\nAnd Enjoy","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.82] This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\n[00:04.54] And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\n[00:09.04] Real Riot Makers.\n[00:11.78] This one right here's for the Riot Makers!\n[00:14.45] The moshers! The stompers! The jail breakers!\n[00:17.19] We gon start this shit off right!\n[00:19.85] We got KCMO in the house tonight!\n[00:22.69] We gon start this shit off right! (Off right!)\n[00:26.27] We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight! (Come on!)\n[00:28.08] This is the moment for riders and thugs\n[00:31.68] Strippers in body bags, empassin violence and drugs\n[00:35.20] Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs\n[00:37.93] They say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood\n[00:40.77] This is my music for all my people missin my music\n[00:43.46] Keep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it\n[00:46.16] Satan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it\n[00:49.71] For the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest.\n[00:51.54] I don't know why they keep pumpin it's somethin\n[00:55.12] Maybe in the music they wanna be bumpin\n[00:56.07] It's crunk and it's hella haterific\n[00:57.81] Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play\n[01:01.55] When October is lookin bloody and Satanistic\n[01:04.29] Killas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit\n[01:07.84] Then turbulence, don't get nervous when I wreck arenas\n[01:10.59] Concert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me\n[01:13.25] 'Cause they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina 'cause I'm a.\n[01:15.96] RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n[01:19.51] RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n[01:23.18] RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n[01:25.97] RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n[01:28.69] I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n[01:36.71] Riot maker\n[01:42.10] Hop in a mosh pit fa sho!\n[01:43.02] You push, you shove, you get elbowed!\n[01:46.79] Back on 'cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre\n[01:49.46] All of the soldiers who got gone on that day\n[01:52.12] All my people's that's sittin in prison\n[01:54.83] This is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin?\n[01:57.55] Fuck the law and the government they'll hymn yo ass up\n[02:01.10] They'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck\n[02:03.81] No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb\n[02:06.54] But you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long\n[02:10.10] Ever been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy\n[02:12.94] In Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby\n[02:15.62] Stage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back\n[02:19.28] But they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\n[02:22.41] Now when this happened, it wasn't even during my set\n[02:25.13] They wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt\n[02:27.82] When Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin.\n[02:30.53] This bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! 'cause I'm a.\n[02:33.41] RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n[02:37.04] RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n[02:39.78] RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n[02:42.50] RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n[02:47.98] I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n[02:56.08] Riot maker\n[02:58.75] Stand back if you frightened!\n[03:00.64] Yeah! Get back 'cause we fightin!\n[03:03.39] I'm a skyscraper.\n[03:05.14] That's why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper\n[03:08.71] Man I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them\n[03:12.39] When I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim!\n[03:15.05] It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?)\n[03:18.62] 'Cause I'm still countin money off the back streets\n[03:21.32] Every city, every show, I got to pack heat\n[03:24.14] This ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet\n[03:26.88] I'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\n[03:29.54] Blow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but time\n[03:32.28] And I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you?\n[03:35.84] With a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you\n[03:38.54] Sss.sss... sick them rottweilers on you\n[03:42.19] Killers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you\n[03:44.99] A made man in the streets, I made grams\n[03:47.65] Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\n[03:50.34] Now I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder\n[03:53.01] Do 57 shows in a three month summer\n[03:55.73] Any deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech\n[03:59.36] Gonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck\n[04:02.05] Like you ain't know, we put it down like this\n[04:05.75] Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\n[04:07.50] Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin\n[04:10.26] So watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch\n[04:13.80] You just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\n[04:15.69] You never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\n[04:19.26] Whether it's reppin dog, or movin them bricks\n[04:21.99] I keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it big\n[04:25.57] As you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star qualities\n[04:29.22] I hang out with bitches that's naked... and watch the bra swallow me\n[04:31.92] It's always solo, you can't fake it. so don't try ta follow me\n[04:35.58] You still can't get back up on your feet... You right back where you ought to be\n[04:38.26] I see you failin 'cause Strange Music got it locked boy\n[04:40.94] Invest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy\n[04:44.56] It's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa\n[04:47.22] You can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. 'cause I'm a\n[04:49.96] RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n[04:52.79] RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n[04:55.46] RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n[04:59.06] RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n[05:04.44] I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n[05:12.55] Riot maker\n[05:14.31] We will... shut this muthafucka down\n[05:16.29] We will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n[05:18.94] Since 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\n[05:26.19] Welcome... to Everready.\n[05:28.83] And Enjoy\n[05:31.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Riot Maker/Enjoy\n  artist: Tech N9ne\n  album: Everready [FYE Exclusive]\n  duration_ms: 332000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\n  start_ms: 1820\n  end_ms: 4540\n- text: And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\n  start_ms: 4540\n  end_ms: 9040\n- text: Real Riot Makers.\n  start_ms: 9040\n  end_ms: 11780\n- text: This one right here's for the Riot Makers!\n  start_ms: 11780\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: The moshers! The stompers! The jail breakers!\n  start_ms: 14450\n  end_ms: 17190\n- text: We gon start this shit off right!\n  start_ms: 17190\n  end_ms: 19850\n- text: We got KCMO in the house tonight!\n  start_ms: 19850\n  end_ms: 22690\n- text: We gon start this shit off right! (Off right!)\n  start_ms: 22690\n  end_ms: 26270\n- text: We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight! 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Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\n  start_ms: 318940\n  end_ms: 326190\n- text: Welcome... to Everready.\n  start_ms: 326190\n  end_ms: 328830\n- text: And Enjoy\n  start_ms: 328830\n  end_ms: 331080\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 331080\nplain: |-\n  This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\n  And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\n  Real Riot Makers.\n\n  This one right here's for the Riot Makers!\n  The moshers! The stompers! The jail breakers!\n  We gon start this shit off right!\n  We got KCMO in the house tonight!\n  We gon start this shit off right! (Off right!)\n  We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight! (Come on!)\n\n  This is the moment for riders and thugs\n  Strippers in body bags, empassin violence and drugs\n  Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs\n  They say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood\n  This is my music for all my people missin my music\n  Keep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it\n  Satan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it\n  For the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest.\n\n  I don't know why they keep pumpin it's somethin\n  Maybe in the music they wanna be bumpin\n  It's crunk and it's hella haterific\n  Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play\n  When October is lookin bloody and Satanistic\n  Killas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit\n  Then turbulence, don't get nervous when I wreck arenas\n  Concert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me\n  'Cause they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina 'cause I'm a.\n\n  RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... 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Yeah, it might be crazy\n  In Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby\n  Stage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back\n  But they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\n  Now when this happened, it wasn't even during my set\n  They wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt\n  When Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin.\n  This bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! 'cause I'm a.\n\n  RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  Riot maker\n\n  Stand back if you frightened!\n  Yeah! 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produce spring flower is what I tell the bitch\n\n  Sexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\n  Bb bc bg bp (baby fat) cc (Chanel) gc (Gucci)\n  take it off so I can see ya 3d\n  ya great at extending the bp\n  oh shit focus, low chicks, hold this (what?)\n  (hootie and the blow fish, huh?) hocus pocus\n  imma go in my pocket and pull out a wad of this glock\n  and baby its no trip\n  And when your shifts over we can be done\n  or we can pretend you a sleaze no tease\n  you can check out anytime you like\n  but you can never leave the need to please\n\n  Sexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\n  I can see your lips a smilin but its not the ones above\n  If I enter in ya would you start preachin that its love\n  You're topless (oh lord) your bottom is too\n  Kinda crazy what I wanna do to you but OOH (ooh wee)\n  baby do me, give to me, please let me enjoy\n\n  Sexy sexy enjoy, wont you let me enjoy\n\n  Its not a fantasy (so so real)\n  Comin uncontrollably\n  Sexy individual baby 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(Come on!)\n\nThis is the moment for riders and thugs\nStrippers in body bags, empassin violence and drugs\nPoverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs\nThey say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood\nThis is my music for all my people missin my music\nKeep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it\nSatan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it\nFor the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest.\n\nI don't know why they keep pumpin it's somethin\nMaybe in the music they wanna be bumpin\nIt's crunk and it's hella haterific\nThrow your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play\nWhen October is lookin bloody and Satanistic\nKillas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit\nThen turbulence, don't get nervous when I wreck arenas\nConcert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me\n'cause they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina 'cause I'm a.\n\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 nuthin!\nI'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\nRiot maker\n\nHop in a mosh pit fa sho!\nYou push, you shove, you get elbowed!\n\nBack on 'cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre\nAll of the soldiers who got gone on that day\nAll my people's that's sittin in prison\nThis is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin?\nFuck the law and the government they'll hymn yo ass up\nThey'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck\nNo right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb\nBut you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long\nEver been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy\nIn Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby\nStage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back\nBut they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\nNow when this happened, it wasn't even during my set\nThey wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt\nWhen Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin.\nThis bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! 'cause I'm a.\n\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 nuthin!\nI'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\nRiot maker\n\nStand back if you frightened!\nYeah! Get back 'cause we fightin!\n\nI'm a skyscraper.\nThat's why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper\nMan I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them\nWhen I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim!\n\nIt's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?)\n'cause I'm still countin money off the back streets\nEvery city, every show, I got to pack heat\nThis ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet\nI'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\nBlow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but time\nAnd I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you?\nWith a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you\nSss.sss... sick them rottweilers on you\nKillers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you\nA made man in the streets, I made grams\nWrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\nNow I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder\nDo 57 shows in a three month summer\nAny deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech\nGonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck\n\nLike you ain't know, we put it down like this\nSnug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\nSuzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin\nSo watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch\nYou just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\nYou never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\nWhether it's reppin dog, or movin them bricks\nI keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it big\nAs you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star qualities\nI hang out with bitches that's naked... and watch the bra swallow me\nIt's always solo, you can't fake it. so don't try ta follow me\nYou still can't get back up on your feet... You right back where you ought to be\nI see you failin 'cause Strange Music got it locked boy\nInvest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy\nIt's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa\nYou can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. 'cause I'm a\n\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 nuthin!\nI'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\nRiot maker\n\nWe will... shut this muthafucka down\nWe will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n\nSince 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\nWelcome... to Everready.\nAnd Enjoy","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.82] This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\n[00:04.54] And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\n[00:09.04] Real Riot Makers.\n[00:11.78] This one right here's for the Riot Makers!\n[00:14.45] The moshers! The stompers! The jail breakers!\n[00:17.19] We gon start this shit off right!\n[00:19.85] We got KCMO in the house tonight!\n[00:22.69] We gon start this shit off right! (Off right!)\n[00:26.27] We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight! (Come on!)\n[00:28.08] This is the moment for riders and thugs\n[00:31.68] Strippers in body bags, empassin violence and drugs\n[00:35.20] Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs\n[00:37.93] They say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood\n[00:40.77] This is my music for all my people missin my music\n[00:43.46] Keep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it\n[00:46.16] Satan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it\n[00:49.71] For the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest.\n[00:51.54] I don't know why they keep pumpin it's somethin\n[00:55.12] Maybe in the music they wanna be bumpin\n[00:56.07] It's crunk and it's hella haterific\n[00:57.81] Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play\n[01:01.55] When October is lookin bloody and Satanistic\n[01:04.29] Killas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit\n[01:07.84] Then turbulence, don't get nervous when I wreck arenas\n[01:10.59] Concert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me\n[01:13.25] 'cause they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina 'cause I'm a.\n[01:15.96] RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n[01:19.51] RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n[01:23.18] RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n[01:25.97] RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n[01:28.69] I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n[01:36.71] Riot maker\n[01:42.10] Hop in a mosh pit fa sho!\n[01:43.02] You push, you shove, you get elbowed!\n[01:46.79] Back on 'cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre\n[01:49.46] All of the soldiers who got gone on that day\n[01:52.12] All my people's that's sittin in prison\n[01:54.83] This is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin?\n[01:57.55] Fuck the law and the government they'll hymn yo ass up\n[02:01.10] They'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck\n[02:03.81] No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb\n[02:06.54] But you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long\n[02:10.10] Ever been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy\n[02:12.94] In Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby\n[02:15.62] Stage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back\n[02:19.28] But they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\n[02:22.41] Now when this happened, it wasn't even during my set\n[02:25.13] They wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt\n[02:27.82] When Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin.\n[02:30.53] This bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! 'cause I'm a.\n[02:33.41] RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n[02:37.04] RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n[02:39.78] RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n[02:42.50] RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n[02:47.98] I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n[02:56.08] Riot maker\n[02:58.75] Stand back if you frightened!\n[03:00.64] Yeah! Get back 'cause we fightin!\n[03:03.39] I'm a skyscraper.\n[03:05.14] That's why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper\n[03:08.71] Man I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them\n[03:12.39] When I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim!\n[03:15.05] It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?)\n[03:18.62] 'cause I'm still countin money off the back streets\n[03:21.32] Every city, every show, I got to pack heat\n[03:24.14] This ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet\n[03:26.88] I'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\n[03:29.54] Blow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but time\n[03:32.28] And I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you?\n[03:35.84] With a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you\n[03:38.54] Sss.sss... sick them rottweilers on you\n[03:42.19] Killers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you\n[03:44.99] A made man in the streets, I made grams\n[03:47.65] Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\n[03:50.34] Now I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder\n[03:53.01] Do 57 shows in a three month summer\n[03:55.73] Any deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech\n[03:59.36] Gonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck\n[04:02.05] Like you ain't know, we put it down like this\n[04:05.75] Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\n[04:07.50] Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin\n[04:10.26] So watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch\n[04:13.80] You just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\n[04:15.69] You never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\n[04:19.26] Whether it's reppin dog, or movin them bricks\n[04:21.99] I keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it big\n[04:25.57] As you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star qualities\n[04:29.22] I hang out with bitches that's naked... and watch the bra swallow me\n[04:31.92] It's always solo, you can't fake it. so don't try ta follow me\n[04:35.58] You still can't get back up on your feet... You right back where you ought to be\n[04:38.26] I see you failin 'cause Strange Music got it locked boy\n[04:40.94] Invest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy\n[04:44.56] It's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa\n[04:47.22] You can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. 'cause I'm a\n[04:49.96] RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n[04:52.79] RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n[04:55.46] RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n[04:59.06] RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n[05:04.44] I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n[05:12.55] Riot maker\n[05:14.31] We will... shut this muthafucka down\n[05:16.29] We will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n[05:18.94] Since 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\n[05:26.19] Welcome... to Everready.\n[05:28.83] And Enjoy\n[05:31.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Riot Maker Feat. Skatterman & Snug Brim (Enjoy)\n  artist: Tech N9ne\n  album: 'Everready: The Religion'\n  duration_ms: 331520\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\n  start_ms: 1820\n  end_ms: 4540\n- text: And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\n  start_ms: 4540\n  end_ms: 9040\n- text: Real Riot Makers.\n  start_ms: 9040\n  end_ms: 11780\n- text: This one right here's for the Riot Makers!\n  start_ms: 11780\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: The moshers! The stompers! The jail breakers!\n  start_ms: 14450\n  end_ms: 17190\n- text: We gon start this shit off right!\n  start_ms: 17190\n  end_ms: 19850\n- text: We got KCMO in the house tonight!\n  start_ms: 19850\n  end_ms: 22690\n- text: We gon start this shit off right! 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I'm a.\n  start_ms: 292790\n  end_ms: 295460\n- text: RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  start_ms: 295460\n  end_ms: 299060\n- text: RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  start_ms: 299060\n  end_ms: 304440\n- text: I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  start_ms: 304440\n  end_ms: 312550\n- text: Riot maker\n  start_ms: 312550\n  end_ms: 314310\n- text: We will... shut this muthafucka down\n  start_ms: 314310\n  end_ms: 316290\n- text: We will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n  start_ms: 316290\n  end_ms: 318940\n- text: Since 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\n  start_ms: 318940\n  end_ms: 326190\n- text: Welcome... to Everready.\n  start_ms: 326190\n  end_ms: 328830\n- text: And Enjoy\n  start_ms: 328830\n  end_ms: 331080\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 331080\nplain: |-\n  This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\n  And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\n  Real Riot Makers.\n\n  This one right here's for the Riot Makers!\n  The moshers! The stompers! The jail breakers!\n  We gon start this shit off right!\n  We got KCMO in the house tonight!\n  We gon start this shit off right! (Off right!)\n  We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight! (Come on!)\n\n  This is the moment for riders and thugs\n  Strippers in body bags, empassin violence and drugs\n  Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs\n  They say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood\n  This is my music for all my people missin my music\n  Keep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it\n  Satan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it\n  For the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest.\n\n  I don't know why they keep pumpin it's somethin\n  Maybe in the music they wanna be bumpin\n  It's crunk and it's hella haterific\n  Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play\n  When October is lookin bloody and Satanistic\n  Killas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit\n  Then turbulence, don't get nervous when I wreck arenas\n  Concert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me\n  'cause they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina 'cause I'm a.\n\n  RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  Riot maker\n\n  Hop in a mosh pit fa sho!\n  You push, you shove, you get elbowed!\n\n  Back on 'cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre\n  All of the soldiers who got gone on that day\n  All my people's that's sittin in prison\n  This is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin?\n  Fuck the law and the government they'll hymn yo ass up\n  They'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck\n  No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb\n  But you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long\n  Ever been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy\n  In Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby\n  Stage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back\n  But they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\n  Now when this happened, it wasn't even during my set\n  They wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt\n  When Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin.\n  This bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! 'cause I'm a.\n\n  RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  Riot maker\n\n  Stand back if you frightened!\n  Yeah! Get back 'cause we fightin!\n\n  I'm a skyscraper.\n  That's why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper\n  Man I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them\n  When I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim!\n\n  It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?)\n  'cause I'm still countin money off the back streets\n  Every city, every show, I got to pack heat\n  This ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet\n  I'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\n  Blow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but time\n  And I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you?\n  With a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you\n  Sss.sss... sick them rottweilers on you\n  Killers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you\n  A made man in the streets, I made grams\n  Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\n  Now I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder\n  Do 57 shows in a three month summer\n  Any deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech\n  Gonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck\n\n  Like you ain't know, we put it down like this\n  Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\n  Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin\n  So watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch\n  You just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\n  You never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\n  Whether it's reppin dog, or movin them bricks\n  I keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it big\n  As you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star qualities\n  I hang out with bitches that's naked... and watch the bra swallow me\n  It's always solo, you can't fake it. so don't try ta follow me\n  You still can't get back up on your feet... You right back where you ought to be\n  I see you failin 'cause Strange Music got it locked boy\n  Invest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy\n  It's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa\n  You can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. 'cause I'm a\n\n  RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  Riot maker\n\n  We will... shut this muthafucka down\n  We will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n\n  Since 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\n  Welcome... to Everready.\n  And Enjoy\n"},{"id":18683810,"name":"Riot Maker (Enjoy) (Ft. Skatterman, Snug Brim)","trackName":"Riot Maker (Enjoy) (Ft. Skatterman, Snug Brim)","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"Everready (The Religion) (Collector's Edition)","duration":331.52,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\nAnd all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\nReal Riot Makers.\n\nThis 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!)\n\nThis is the moment for riders and thugs\nStrippers in body bags, empassin violence and drugs\nPoverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs\nThey say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood\nThis is my music for all my people missin my music\nKeep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it\nSatan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it\nFor the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest.\n\nI don't know why they keep pumpin it's somethin\nMaybe in the music they wanna be bumpin\nIt's crunk and it's hella haterific\nThrow your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play\nWhen October is lookin bloody and Satanistic\nKillas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit\nThen turbulence, don't get nervous when I wreck arenas\nConcert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me\n'cause they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina 'cause I'm a.\n\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 nuthin!\nI'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\nRiot maker\n\nHop in a mosh pit fa sho!\nYou push, you shove, you get elbowed!\n\nBack on 'cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre\nAll of the soldiers who got gone on that day\nAll my people's that's sittin in prison\nThis is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin?\nFuck the law and the government they'll hymn yo ass up\nThey'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck\nNo right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb\nBut you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long\nEver been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy\nIn Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby\nStage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back\nBut they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\nNow when this happened, it wasn't even during my set\nThey wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt\nWhen Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin.\nThis bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! 'cause I'm a.\n\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 nuthin!\nI'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\nRiot maker\n\nStand back if you frightened!\nYeah! Get back 'cause we fightin!\n\nI'm a skyscraper.\nThat's why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper\nMan I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them\nWhen I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim!\n\nIt's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?)\n'cause I'm still countin money off the back streets\nEvery city, every show, I got to pack heat\nThis ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet\nI'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\nBlow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but time\nAnd I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you?\nWith a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you\nSss.sss... sick them rottweilers on you\nKillers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you\nA made man in the streets, I made grams\nWrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\nNow I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder\nDo 57 shows in a three month summer\nAny deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech\nGonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck\n\nLike you ain't know, we put it down like this\nSnug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\nSuzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin\nSo watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch\nYou just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\nYou never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\nWhether it's reppin dog, or movin them bricks\nI keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it big\nAs you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star qualities\nI hang out with bitches that's naked... and watch the bra swallow me\nIt's always solo, you can't fake it. so don't try ta follow me\nYou still can't get back up on your feet... You right back where you ought to be\nI see you failin 'cause Strange Music got it locked boy\nInvest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy\nIt's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa\nYou can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. 'cause I'm a\n\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 nuthin!\nI'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\nRiot maker\n\nWe will... shut this muthafucka down\nWe will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n\nSince 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\nWelcome... to Everready.\nAnd Enjoy","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.82] This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\n[00:04.54] And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\n[00:09.04] Real Riot Makers.\n[00:11.78] This one right here's for the Riot Makers!\n[00:14.45] The moshers! The stompers! The jail breakers!\n[00:17.19] We gon start this shit off right!\n[00:19.85] We got KCMO in the house tonight!\n[00:22.69] We gon start this shit off right! (Off right!)\n[00:26.27] We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight! (Come on!)\n[00:28.08] This is the moment for riders and thugs\n[00:31.68] Strippers in body bags, empassin violence and drugs\n[00:35.20] Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs\n[00:37.93] They say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood\n[00:40.77] This is my music for all my people missin my music\n[00:43.46] Keep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it\n[00:46.16] Satan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it\n[00:49.71] For the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest.\n[00:51.54] I don't know why they keep pumpin it's somethin\n[00:55.12] Maybe in the music they wanna be bumpin\n[00:56.07] It's crunk and it's hella haterific\n[00:57.81] Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play\n[01:01.55] When October is lookin bloody and Satanistic\n[01:04.29] Killas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit\n[01:07.84] Then turbulence, don't get nervous when I wreck arenas\n[01:10.59] Concert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me\n[01:13.25] 'cause they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina 'cause I'm a.\n[01:15.96] RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n[01:19.51] RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n[01:23.18] RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n[01:25.97] RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n[01:28.69] I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n[01:36.71] Riot maker\n[01:42.10] Hop in a mosh pit fa sho!\n[01:43.02] You push, you shove, you get elbowed!\n[01:46.79] Back on 'cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre\n[01:49.46] All of the soldiers who got gone on that day\n[01:52.12] All my people's that's sittin in prison\n[01:54.83] This is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin?\n[01:57.55] Fuck the law and the government they'll hymn yo ass up\n[02:01.10] They'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck\n[02:03.81] No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb\n[02:06.54] But you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long\n[02:10.10] Ever been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy\n[02:12.94] In Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby\n[02:15.62] Stage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back\n[02:19.28] But they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\n[02:22.41] Now when this happened, it wasn't even during my set\n[02:25.13] They wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt\n[02:27.82] When Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin.\n[02:30.53] This bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! 'cause I'm a.\n[02:33.41] RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n[02:37.04] RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n[02:39.78] RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n[02:42.50] RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n[02:47.98] I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n[02:56.08] Riot maker\n[02:58.75] Stand back if you frightened!\n[03:00.64] Yeah! Get back 'cause we fightin!\n[03:03.39] I'm a skyscraper.\n[03:05.14] That's why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper\n[03:08.71] Man I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them\n[03:12.39] When I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim!\n[03:15.05] It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?)\n[03:18.62] 'cause I'm still countin money off the back streets\n[03:21.32] Every city, every show, I got to pack heat\n[03:24.14] This ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet\n[03:26.88] I'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\n[03:29.54] Blow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but time\n[03:32.28] And I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you?\n[03:35.84] With a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you\n[03:38.54] Sss.sss... sick them rottweilers on you\n[03:42.19] Killers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you\n[03:44.99] A made man in the streets, I made grams\n[03:47.65] Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\n[03:50.34] Now I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder\n[03:53.01] Do 57 shows in a three month summer\n[03:55.73] Any deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech\n[03:59.36] Gonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck\n[04:02.05] Like you ain't know, we put it down like this\n[04:05.75] Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\n[04:07.50] Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin\n[04:10.26] So watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch\n[04:13.80] You just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\n[04:15.69] You never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\n[04:19.26] Whether it's reppin dog, or movin them bricks\n[04:21.99] I keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it big\n[04:25.57] As you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star qualities\n[04:29.22] I hang out with bitches that's naked... and watch the bra swallow me\n[04:31.92] It's always solo, you can't fake it. so don't try ta follow me\n[04:35.58] You still can't get back up on your feet... You right back where you ought to be\n[04:38.26] I see you failin 'cause Strange Music got it locked boy\n[04:40.94] Invest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy\n[04:44.56] It's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa\n[04:47.22] You can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. 'cause I'm a\n[04:49.96] RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n[04:52.79] RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n[04:55.46] RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n[04:59.06] RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n[05:04.44] I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n[05:12.55] Riot maker\n[05:14.31] We will... shut this muthafucka down\n[05:16.29] We will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n[05:18.94] Since 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\n[05:26.19] Welcome... to Everready.\n[05:28.83] And Enjoy\n[05:31.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Riot Maker (Enjoy) (Ft. Skatterman, Snug Brim)\n  artist: Tech N9ne\n  album: Everready (The Religion) (Collector's Edition)\n  duration_ms: 331520\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\n  start_ms: 1820\n  end_ms: 4540\n- text: And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\n  start_ms: 4540\n  end_ms: 9040\n- text: Real Riot Makers.\n  start_ms: 9040\n  end_ms: 11780\n- text: This one right here's for the Riot Makers!\n  start_ms: 11780\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: The moshers! The stompers! The jail breakers!\n  start_ms: 14450\n  end_ms: 17190\n- text: We gon start this shit off right!\n  start_ms: 17190\n  end_ms: 19850\n- text: We got KCMO in the house tonight!\n  start_ms: 19850\n  end_ms: 22690\n- text: We gon start this shit off right! 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I'm a skyscraper.\n  start_ms: 88690\n  end_ms: 96710\n- text: Riot maker\n  start_ms: 96710\n  end_ms: 102100\n- text: Hop in a mosh pit fa sho!\n  start_ms: 102100\n  end_ms: 103020\n- text: You push, you shove, you get elbowed!\n  start_ms: 103020\n  end_ms: 106790\n- text: Back on 'cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre\n  start_ms: 106790\n  end_ms: 109460\n- text: All of the soldiers who got gone on that day\n  start_ms: 109460\n  end_ms: 112120\n- text: All my people's that's sittin in prison\n  start_ms: 112120\n  end_ms: 114830\n- text: This is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin?\n  start_ms: 114830\n  end_ms: 117550\n- text: Fuck the law and the government they'll hymn yo ass up\n  start_ms: 117550\n  end_ms: 121100\n- text: They'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck\n  start_ms: 121100\n  end_ms: 123810\n- text: No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb\n  start_ms: 123810\n  end_ms: 126540\n- text: But you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long\n  start_ms: 126540\n  end_ms: 130100\n- text: Ever been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy\n  start_ms: 130100\n  end_ms: 132940\n- text: In Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby\n  start_ms: 132940\n  end_ms: 135620\n- text: Stage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back\n  start_ms: 135620\n  end_ms: 139280\n- text: But they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\n  start_ms: 139280\n  end_ms: 142410\n- text: Now when this happened, it wasn't even during my set\n  start_ms: 142410\n  end_ms: 145130\n- text: They wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt\n  start_ms: 145130\n  end_ms: 147820\n- text: When Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin.\n  start_ms: 147820\n  end_ms: 150530\n- text: This bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! 'cause I'm a.\n  start_ms: 150530\n  end_ms: 153410\n- text: RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n  start_ms: 153410\n  end_ms: 157040\n- text: RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n  start_ms: 157040\n  end_ms: 159780\n- text: RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  start_ms: 159780\n  end_ms: 162500\n- text: RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  start_ms: 162500\n  end_ms: 167980\n- text: I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  start_ms: 167980\n  end_ms: 176080\n- text: Riot maker\n  start_ms: 176080\n  end_ms: 178750\n- text: Stand back if you frightened!\n  start_ms: 178750\n  end_ms: 180640\n- text: Yeah! Get back 'cause we fightin!\n  start_ms: 180640\n  end_ms: 183390\n- text: I'm a skyscraper.\n  start_ms: 183390\n  end_ms: 185140\n- text: That's why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper\n  start_ms: 185140\n  end_ms: 188710\n- text: Man I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them\n  start_ms: 188710\n  end_ms: 192390\n- text: When I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim!\n  start_ms: 192390\n  end_ms: 195050\n- text: It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?)\n  start_ms: 195050\n  end_ms: 198620\n- text: '''cause I''m still countin money off the back streets'\n  start_ms: 198620\n  end_ms: 201320\n- text: Every city, every show, I got to pack heat\n  start_ms: 201320\n  end_ms: 204140\n- text: This ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet\n  start_ms: 204140\n  end_ms: 206880\n- text: I'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\n  start_ms: 206880\n  end_ms: 209540\n- text: Blow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but time\n  start_ms: 209540\n  end_ms: 212280\n- text: And I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you?\n  start_ms: 212280\n  end_ms: 215840\n- text: With a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you\n  start_ms: 215840\n  end_ms: 218540\n- text: Sss.sss... sick them rottweilers on you\n  start_ms: 218540\n  end_ms: 222190\n- text: Killers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you\n  start_ms: 222190\n  end_ms: 224990\n- text: A made man in the streets, I made grams\n  start_ms: 224990\n  end_ms: 227650\n- text: Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\n  start_ms: 227650\n  end_ms: 230340\n- text: Now I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder\n  start_ms: 230340\n  end_ms: 233010\n- text: Do 57 shows in a three month summer\n  start_ms: 233010\n  end_ms: 235730\n- text: Any deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech\n  start_ms: 235730\n  end_ms: 239360\n- text: Gonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck\n  start_ms: 239360\n  end_ms: 242050\n- text: Like you ain't know, we put it down like this\n  start_ms: 242050\n  end_ms: 245750\n- text: Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\n  start_ms: 245750\n  end_ms: 247500\n- text: Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin\n  start_ms: 247500\n  end_ms: 250260\n- text: So watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch\n  start_ms: 250260\n  end_ms: 253800\n- text: You just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\n  start_ms: 253800\n  end_ms: 255690\n- text: You never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\n  start_ms: 255690\n  end_ms: 259260\n- text: Whether it's reppin dog, or movin them bricks\n  start_ms: 259260\n  end_ms: 261990\n- text: I keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it big\n  start_ms: 261990\n  end_ms: 265570\n- text: As you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star qualities\n  start_ms: 265570\n  end_ms: 269220\n- text: I hang out with bitches that's naked... and watch the bra swallow me\n  start_ms: 269220\n  end_ms: 271920\n- text: It's always solo, you can't fake it. so don't try ta follow me\n  start_ms: 271920\n  end_ms: 275580\n- text: You still can't get back up on your feet... You right back where you ought to be\n  start_ms: 275580\n  end_ms: 278260\n- text: I see you failin 'cause Strange Music got it locked boy\n  start_ms: 278260\n  end_ms: 280940\n- text: Invest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy\n  start_ms: 280940\n  end_ms: 284560\n- text: It's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa\n  start_ms: 284560\n  end_ms: 287220\n- text: You can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. 'cause I'm a\n  start_ms: 287220\n  end_ms: 289960\n- text: RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n  start_ms: 289960\n  end_ms: 292790\n- text: RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n  start_ms: 292790\n  end_ms: 295460\n- text: RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  start_ms: 295460\n  end_ms: 299060\n- text: RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  start_ms: 299060\n  end_ms: 304440\n- text: I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  start_ms: 304440\n  end_ms: 312550\n- text: Riot maker\n  start_ms: 312550\n  end_ms: 314310\n- text: We will... shut this muthafucka down\n  start_ms: 314310\n  end_ms: 316290\n- text: We will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n  start_ms: 316290\n  end_ms: 318940\n- text: Since 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\n  start_ms: 318940\n  end_ms: 326190\n- text: Welcome... to Everready.\n  start_ms: 326190\n  end_ms: 328830\n- text: And Enjoy\n  start_ms: 328830\n  end_ms: 331080\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 331080\nplain: |-\n  This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\n  And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\n  Real Riot Makers.\n\n  This one right here's for the Riot Makers!\n  The moshers! The stompers! The jail breakers!\n  We gon start this shit off right!\n  We got KCMO in the house tonight!\n  We gon start this shit off right! (Off right!)\n  We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight! (Come on!)\n\n  This is the moment for riders and thugs\n  Strippers in body bags, empassin violence and drugs\n  Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs\n  They say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood\n  This is my music for all my people missin my music\n  Keep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it\n  Satan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it\n  For the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest.\n\n  I don't know why they keep pumpin it's somethin\n  Maybe in the music they wanna be bumpin\n  It's crunk and it's hella haterific\n  Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play\n  When October is lookin bloody and Satanistic\n  Killas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit\n  Then turbulence, don't get nervous when I wreck arenas\n  Concert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me\n  'cause they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina 'cause I'm a.\n\n  RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  Riot maker\n\n  Hop in a mosh pit fa sho!\n  You push, you shove, you get elbowed!\n\n  Back on 'cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre\n  All of the soldiers who got gone on that day\n  All my people's that's sittin in prison\n  This is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin?\n  Fuck the law and the government they'll hymn yo ass up\n  They'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck\n  No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb\n  But you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long\n  Ever been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy\n  In Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby\n  Stage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back\n  But they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\n  Now when this happened, it wasn't even during my set\n  They wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt\n  When Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin.\n  This bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! 'cause I'm a.\n\n  RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  Riot maker\n\n  Stand back if you frightened!\n  Yeah! Get back 'cause we fightin!\n\n  I'm a skyscraper.\n  That's why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper\n  Man I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them\n  When I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim!\n\n  It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?)\n  'cause I'm still countin money off the back streets\n  Every city, every show, I got to pack heat\n  This ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet\n  I'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\n  Blow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but time\n  And I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you?\n  With a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you\n  Sss.sss... sick them rottweilers on you\n  Killers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you\n  A made man in the streets, I made grams\n  Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\n  Now I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder\n  Do 57 shows in a three month summer\n  Any deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech\n  Gonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck\n\n  Like you ain't know, we put it down like this\n  Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\n  Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin\n  So watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch\n  You just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\n  You never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\n  Whether it's reppin dog, or movin them bricks\n  I keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it big\n  As you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star qualities\n  I hang out with bitches that's naked... and watch the bra swallow me\n  It's always solo, you can't fake it. so don't try ta follow me\n  You still can't get back up on your feet... You right back where you ought to be\n  I see you failin 'cause Strange Music got it locked boy\n  Invest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy\n  It's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa\n  You can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. 'cause I'm a\n\n  RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  Riot maker\n\n  We will... shut this muthafucka down\n  We will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n\n  Since 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\n  Welcome... to Everready.\n  And Enjoy\n"},{"id":24603692,"name":"Riot Maker (Enjoy) (Ft. Skatterman, Snug Brim)","trackName":"Riot Maker (Enjoy) (Ft. Skatterman, Snug Brim)","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"Everready (The Religion)","duration":331.52,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\nAnd all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\nReal Riot Makers.\n\nThis 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!)\n\nThis is the moment for riders and thugs\nStrippers in body bags, empassin violence and drugs\nPoverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs\nThey say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood\nThis is my music for all my people missin my music\nKeep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it\nSatan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it\nFor the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest.\n\nI don't know why they keep pumpin it's somethin\nMaybe in the music they wanna be bumpin\nIt's crunk and it's hella haterific\nThrow your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play\nWhen October is lookin bloody and Satanistic\nKillas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit\nThen turbulence, don't get nervous when I wreck arenas\nConcert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me\n'cause they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina 'cause I'm a.\n\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 nuthin!\nI'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\nRiot maker\n\nHop in a mosh pit fa sho!\nYou push, you shove, you get elbowed!\n\nBack on 'cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre\nAll of the soldiers who got gone on that day\nAll my people's that's sittin in prison\nThis is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin?\nFuck the law and the government they'll hymn yo ass up\nThey'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck\nNo right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb\nBut you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long\nEver been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy\nIn Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby\nStage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back\nBut they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\nNow when this happened, it wasn't even during my set\nThey wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt\nWhen Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin.\nThis bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! 'cause I'm a.\n\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 nuthin!\nI'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\nRiot maker\n\nStand back if you frightened!\nYeah! Get back 'cause we fightin!\n\nI'm a skyscraper.\nThat's why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper\nMan I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them\nWhen I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim!\n\nIt's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?)\n'cause I'm still countin money off the back streets\nEvery city, every show, I got to pack heat\nThis ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet\nI'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\nBlow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but time\nAnd I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you?\nWith a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you\nSss.sss... sick them rottweilers on you\nKillers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you\nA made man in the streets, I made grams\nWrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\nNow I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder\nDo 57 shows in a three month summer\nAny deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech\nGonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck\n\nLike you ain't know, we put it down like this\nSnug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\nSuzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin\nSo watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch\nYou just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\nYou never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\nWhether it's reppin dog, or movin them bricks\nI keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it big\nAs you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star qualities\nI hang out with bitches that's naked... and watch the bra swallow me\nIt's always solo, you can't fake it. so don't try ta follow me\nYou still can't get back up on your feet... You right back where you ought to be\nI see you failin 'cause Strange Music got it locked boy\nInvest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy\nIt's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa\nYou can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. 'cause I'm a\n\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 nuthin!\nI'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\nRiot maker\n\nWe will... shut this muthafucka down\nWe will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n\nSince 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\nWelcome... to Everready.\nAnd Enjoy","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.82] This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\n[00:04.54] And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\n[00:09.04] Real Riot Makers.\n[00:11.78] This one right here's for the Riot Makers!\n[00:14.45] The moshers! The stompers! The jail breakers!\n[00:17.19] We gon start this shit off right!\n[00:19.85] We got KCMO in the house tonight!\n[00:22.69] We gon start this shit off right! (Off right!)\n[00:26.27] We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight! (Come on!)\n[00:28.08] This is the moment for riders and thugs\n[00:31.68] Strippers in body bags, empassin violence and drugs\n[00:35.20] Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs\n[00:37.93] They say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood\n[00:40.77] This is my music for all my people missin my music\n[00:43.46] Keep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it\n[00:46.16] Satan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it\n[00:49.71] For the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest.\n[00:51.54] I don't know why they keep pumpin it's somethin\n[00:55.12] Maybe in the music they wanna be bumpin\n[00:56.07] It's crunk and it's hella haterific\n[00:57.81] Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play\n[01:01.55] When October is lookin bloody and Satanistic\n[01:04.29] Killas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit\n[01:07.84] Then turbulence, don't get nervous when I wreck arenas\n[01:10.59] Concert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me\n[01:13.25] 'cause they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina 'cause I'm a.\n[01:15.96] RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n[01:19.51] RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n[01:23.18] RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n[01:25.97] RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n[01:28.69] I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n[01:36.71] Riot maker\n[01:42.10] Hop in a mosh pit fa sho!\n[01:43.02] You push, you shove, you get elbowed!\n[01:46.79] Back on 'cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre\n[01:49.46] All of the soldiers who got gone on that day\n[01:52.12] All my people's that's sittin in prison\n[01:54.83] This is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin?\n[01:57.55] Fuck the law and the government they'll hymn yo ass up\n[02:01.10] They'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck\n[02:03.81] No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb\n[02:06.54] But you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long\n[02:10.10] Ever been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy\n[02:12.94] In Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby\n[02:15.62] Stage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back\n[02:19.28] But they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\n[02:22.41] Now when this happened, it wasn't even during my set\n[02:25.13] They wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt\n[02:27.82] When Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin.\n[02:30.53] This bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! 'cause I'm a.\n[02:33.41] RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n[02:37.04] RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n[02:39.78] RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n[02:42.50] RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n[02:47.98] I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n[02:56.08] Riot maker\n[02:58.75] Stand back if you frightened!\n[03:00.64] Yeah! Get back 'cause we fightin!\n[03:03.39] I'm a skyscraper.\n[03:05.14] That's why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper\n[03:08.71] Man I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them\n[03:12.39] When I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim!\n[03:15.05] It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?)\n[03:18.62] 'cause I'm still countin money off the back streets\n[03:21.32] Every city, every show, I got to pack heat\n[03:24.14] This ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet\n[03:26.88] I'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\n[03:29.54] Blow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but time\n[03:32.28] And I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you?\n[03:35.84] With a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you\n[03:38.54] Sss.sss... sick them rottweilers on you\n[03:42.19] Killers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you\n[03:44.99] A made man in the streets, I made grams\n[03:47.65] Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\n[03:50.34] Now I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder\n[03:53.01] Do 57 shows in a three month summer\n[03:55.73] Any deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech\n[03:59.36] Gonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck\n[04:02.05] Like you ain't know, we put it down like this\n[04:05.75] Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\n[04:07.50] Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin\n[04:10.26] So watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch\n[04:13.80] You just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\n[04:15.69] You never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\n[04:19.26] Whether it's reppin dog, or movin them bricks\n[04:21.99] I keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it big\n[04:25.57] As you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star qualities\n[04:29.22] I hang out with bitches that's naked... and watch the bra swallow me\n[04:31.92] It's always solo, you can't fake it. so don't try ta follow me\n[04:35.58] You still can't get back up on your feet... You right back where you ought to be\n[04:38.26] I see you failin 'cause Strange Music got it locked boy\n[04:40.94] Invest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy\n[04:44.56] It's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa\n[04:47.22] You can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. 'cause I'm a\n[04:49.96] RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n[04:52.79] RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n[04:55.46] RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n[04:59.06] RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n[05:04.44] I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n[05:12.55] Riot maker\n[05:14.31] We will... shut this muthafucka down\n[05:16.29] We will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n[05:18.94] Since 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\n[05:26.19] Welcome... to Everready.\n[05:28.83] And Enjoy\n[05:31.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Riot Maker (Enjoy) (Ft. Skatterman, Snug Brim)\n  artist: Tech N9ne\n  album: Everready (The Religion)\n  duration_ms: 331520\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\n  start_ms: 1820\n  end_ms: 4540\n- text: And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\n  start_ms: 4540\n  end_ms: 9040\n- text: Real Riot Makers.\n  start_ms: 9040\n  end_ms: 11780\n- text: This one right here's for the Riot Makers!\n  start_ms: 11780\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: The moshers! The stompers! The jail breakers!\n  start_ms: 14450\n  end_ms: 17190\n- text: We gon start this shit off right!\n  start_ms: 17190\n  end_ms: 19850\n- text: We got KCMO in the house tonight!\n  start_ms: 19850\n  end_ms: 22690\n- text: We gon start this shit off right! (Off right!)\n  start_ms: 22690\n  end_ms: 26270\n- text: We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight! 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(Why?)\n  start_ms: 195050\n  end_ms: 198620\n- text: '''cause I''m still countin money off the back streets'\n  start_ms: 198620\n  end_ms: 201320\n- text: Every city, every show, I got to pack heat\n  start_ms: 201320\n  end_ms: 204140\n- text: This ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet\n  start_ms: 204140\n  end_ms: 206880\n- text: I'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\n  start_ms: 206880\n  end_ms: 209540\n- text: Blow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but time\n  start_ms: 209540\n  end_ms: 212280\n- text: And I never raise my voice. 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I'm a.\n  start_ms: 292790\n  end_ms: 295460\n- text: RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  start_ms: 295460\n  end_ms: 299060\n- text: RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  start_ms: 299060\n  end_ms: 304440\n- text: I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  start_ms: 304440\n  end_ms: 312550\n- text: Riot maker\n  start_ms: 312550\n  end_ms: 314310\n- text: We will... shut this muthafucka down\n  start_ms: 314310\n  end_ms: 316290\n- text: We will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n  start_ms: 316290\n  end_ms: 318940\n- text: Since 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\n  start_ms: 318940\n  end_ms: 326190\n- text: Welcome... to Everready.\n  start_ms: 326190\n  end_ms: 328830\n- text: And Enjoy\n  start_ms: 328830\n  end_ms: 331080\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 331080\nplain: |-\n  This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\n  And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\n  Real Riot Makers.\n\n  This one right here's for the Riot Makers!\n  The moshers! The stompers! The jail breakers!\n  We gon start this shit off right!\n  We got KCMO in the house tonight!\n  We gon start this shit off right! (Off right!)\n  We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight! (Come on!)\n\n  This is the moment for riders and thugs\n  Strippers in body bags, empassin violence and drugs\n  Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs\n  They say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood\n  This is my music for all my people missin my music\n  Keep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it\n  Satan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it\n  For the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest.\n\n  I don't know why they keep pumpin it's somethin\n  Maybe in the music they wanna be bumpin\n  It's crunk and it's hella haterific\n  Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play\n  When October is lookin bloody and Satanistic\n  Killas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit\n  Then turbulence, don't get nervous when I wreck arenas\n  Concert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me\n  'cause they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina 'cause I'm a.\n\n  RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  Riot maker\n\n  Hop in a mosh pit fa sho!\n  You push, you shove, you get elbowed!\n\n  Back on 'cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre\n  All of the soldiers who got gone on that day\n  All my people's that's sittin in prison\n  This is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin?\n  Fuck the law and the government they'll hymn yo ass up\n  They'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck\n  No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb\n  But you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long\n  Ever been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy\n  In Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby\n  Stage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back\n  But they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\n  Now when this happened, it wasn't even during my set\n  They wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt\n  When Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin.\n  This bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! 'cause I'm a.\n\n  RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  Riot maker\n\n  Stand back if you frightened!\n  Yeah! Get back 'cause we fightin!\n\n  I'm a skyscraper.\n  That's why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper\n  Man I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them\n  When I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim!\n\n  It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?)\n  'cause I'm still countin money off the back streets\n  Every city, every show, I got to pack heat\n  This ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet\n  I'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\n  Blow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but time\n  And I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you?\n  With a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you\n  Sss.sss... sick them rottweilers on you\n  Killers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you\n  A made man in the streets, I made grams\n  Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\n  Now I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder\n  Do 57 shows in a three month summer\n  Any deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech\n  Gonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck\n\n  Like you ain't know, we put it down like this\n  Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\n  Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin\n  So watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch\n  You just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\n  You never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\n  Whether it's reppin dog, or movin them bricks\n  I keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it big\n  As you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star qualities\n  I hang out with bitches that's naked... and watch the bra swallow me\n  It's always solo, you can't fake it. so don't try ta follow me\n  You still can't get back up on your feet... You right back where you ought to be\n  I see you failin 'cause Strange Music got it locked boy\n  Invest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy\n  It's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa\n  You can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. 'cause I'm a\n\n  RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  Riot maker\n\n  We will... shut this muthafucka down\n  We will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n\n  Since 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\n  Welcome... to Everready.\n  And Enjoy\n"},{"id":22894350,"name":"Riot Maker (Enjoy) featuring Skatterman & Snug Brim","trackName":"Riot Maker (Enjoy) featuring Skatterman & Snug Brim","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"Everready [The Religion]","duration":331.48,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\nAnd all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\nReal Riot Makers.\n\nThis 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!)\n\nThis is the moment for riders and thugs\nStrippers in body bags, empassin violence and drugs\nPoverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs\nThey say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood\nThis is my music for all my people missin my music\nKeep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it\nSatan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it\nFor the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest.\n\nI don't know why they keep pumpin it's somethin\nMaybe in the music they wanna be bumpin\nIt's crunk and it's hella haterific\nThrow your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play\nWhen October is lookin bloody and Satanistic\nKillas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit\nThen turbulence, don't get nervous when I wreck arenas\nConcert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me\n'cause they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina 'cause I'm a.\n\nRIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\nRIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... 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Yeah, it might be crazy\nIn Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby\nStage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back\nBut they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\nNow when this happened, it wasn't even during my set\nThey wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt\nWhen Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin.\nThis bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! 'cause I'm a.\n\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 nuthin!\nI'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\nRiot maker\n\nStand back if you frightened!\nYeah! Get back 'cause we fightin!\n\nI'm a skyscraper.\nThat's why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper\nMan I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them\nWhen I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim!\n\nIt's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?)\n'cause I'm still countin money off the back streets\nEvery city, every show, I got to pack heat\nThis ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet\nI'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\nBlow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but time\nAnd I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you?\nWith a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you\nSss.sss... sick them rottweilers on you\nKillers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you\nA made man in the streets, I made grams\nWrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\nNow I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder\nDo 57 shows in a three month summer\nAny deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech\nGonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck\n\nLike you ain't know, we put it down like this\nSnug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\nSuzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin\nSo watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch\nYou just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\nYou never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\nWhether it's reppin dog, or movin them bricks\nI keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it big\nAs you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star qualities\nI hang out with bitches that's naked... and watch the bra swallow me\nIt's always solo, you can't fake it. so don't try ta follow me\nYou still can't get back up on your feet... You right back where you ought to be\nI see you failin 'cause Strange Music got it locked boy\nInvest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy\nIt's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa\nYou can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. 'cause I'm a\n\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 nuthin!\nI'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\nRiot maker\n\nWe will... shut this muthafucka down\nWe will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n\nSince 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\nWelcome... to Everready.\nAnd Enjoy","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.82] This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\n[00:04.54] And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\n[00:09.04] Real Riot Makers.\n[00:11.78] This one right here's for the Riot Makers!\n[00:14.45] The moshers! The stompers! The jail breakers!\n[00:17.19] We gon start this shit off right!\n[00:19.85] We got KCMO in the house tonight!\n[00:22.69] We gon start this shit off right! (Off right!)\n[00:26.27] We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight! (Come on!)\n[00:28.08] This is the moment for riders and thugs\n[00:31.68] Strippers in body bags, empassin violence and drugs\n[00:35.20] Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs\n[00:37.93] They say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood\n[00:40.77] This is my music for all my people missin my music\n[00:43.46] Keep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it\n[00:46.16] Satan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it\n[00:49.71] For the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest.\n[00:51.54] I don't know why they keep pumpin it's somethin\n[00:55.12] Maybe in the music they wanna be bumpin\n[00:56.07] It's crunk and it's hella haterific\n[00:57.81] Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play\n[01:01.55] When October is lookin bloody and Satanistic\n[01:04.29] Killas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit\n[01:07.84] Then turbulence, don't get nervous when I wreck arenas\n[01:10.59] Concert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me\n[01:13.25] 'cause they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina 'cause I'm a.\n[01:15.96] RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n[01:19.51] RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n[01:23.18] RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n[01:25.97] RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n[01:28.69] I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n[01:36.71] Riot maker\n[01:42.10] Hop in a mosh pit fa sho!\n[01:43.02] You push, you shove, you get elbowed!\n[01:46.79] Back on 'cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre\n[01:49.46] All of the soldiers who got gone on that day\n[01:52.12] All my people's that's sittin in prison\n[01:54.83] This is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin?\n[01:57.55] Fuck the law and the government they'll hymn yo ass up\n[02:01.10] They'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck\n[02:03.81] No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb\n[02:06.54] But you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long\n[02:10.10] Ever been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy\n[02:12.94] In Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby\n[02:15.62] Stage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back\n[02:19.28] But they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\n[02:22.41] Now when this happened, it wasn't even during my set\n[02:25.13] They wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt\n[02:27.82] When Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin.\n[02:30.53] This bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! 'cause I'm a.\n[02:33.41] RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n[02:37.04] RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n[02:39.78] RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n[02:42.50] RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n[02:47.98] I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n[02:56.08] Riot maker\n[02:58.75] Stand back if you frightened!\n[03:00.64] Yeah! Get back 'cause we fightin!\n[03:03.39] I'm a skyscraper.\n[03:05.14] That's why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper\n[03:08.71] Man I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them\n[03:12.39] When I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim!\n[03:15.05] It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?)\n[03:18.62] 'cause I'm still countin money off the back streets\n[03:21.32] Every city, every show, I got to pack heat\n[03:24.14] This ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet\n[03:26.88] I'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\n[03:29.54] Blow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but time\n[03:32.28] And I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you?\n[03:35.84] With a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you\n[03:38.54] Sss.sss... sick them rottweilers on you\n[03:42.19] Killers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you\n[03:44.99] A made man in the streets, I made grams\n[03:47.65] Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\n[03:50.34] Now I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder\n[03:53.01] Do 57 shows in a three month summer\n[03:55.73] Any deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech\n[03:59.36] Gonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck\n[04:02.05] Like you ain't know, we put it down like this\n[04:05.75] Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\n[04:07.50] Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin\n[04:10.26] So watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch\n[04:13.80] You just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\n[04:15.69] You never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\n[04:19.26] Whether it's reppin dog, or movin them bricks\n[04:21.99] I keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it big\n[04:25.57] As you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star qualities\n[04:29.22] I hang out with bitches that's naked... and watch the bra swallow me\n[04:31.92] It's always solo, you can't fake it. so don't try ta follow me\n[04:35.58] You still can't get back up on your feet... You right back where you ought to be\n[04:38.26] I see you failin 'cause Strange Music got it locked boy\n[04:40.94] Invest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy\n[04:44.56] It's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa\n[04:47.22] You can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. 'cause I'm a\n[04:49.96] RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n[04:52.79] RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n[04:55.46] RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n[04:59.06] RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n[05:04.44] I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n[05:12.55] Riot maker\n[05:14.31] We will... shut this muthafucka down\n[05:16.29] We will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n[05:18.94] Since 1985... 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You a bum, why should I holler on you?\n  start_ms: 212280\n  end_ms: 215840\n- text: With a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you\n  start_ms: 215840\n  end_ms: 218540\n- text: Sss.sss... sick them rottweilers on you\n  start_ms: 218540\n  end_ms: 222190\n- text: Killers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you\n  start_ms: 222190\n  end_ms: 224990\n- text: A made man in the streets, I made grams\n  start_ms: 224990\n  end_ms: 227650\n- text: Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\n  start_ms: 227650\n  end_ms: 230340\n- text: Now I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder\n  start_ms: 230340\n  end_ms: 233010\n- text: Do 57 shows in a three month summer\n  start_ms: 233010\n  end_ms: 235730\n- text: Any deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech\n  start_ms: 235730\n  end_ms: 239360\n- text: Gonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck\n  start_ms: 239360\n  end_ms: 242050\n- text: Like you ain't know, we put it down like this\n  start_ms: 242050\n  end_ms: 245750\n- text: Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\n  start_ms: 245750\n  end_ms: 247500\n- text: Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin\n  start_ms: 247500\n  end_ms: 250260\n- text: So watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch\n  start_ms: 250260\n  end_ms: 253800\n- text: You just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\n  start_ms: 253800\n  end_ms: 255690\n- text: You never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\n  start_ms: 255690\n  end_ms: 259260\n- text: Whether it's reppin dog, or movin them bricks\n  start_ms: 259260\n  end_ms: 261990\n- text: I keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it big\n  start_ms: 261990\n  end_ms: 265570\n- text: As you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star qualities\n  start_ms: 265570\n  end_ms: 269220\n- text: I hang out with bitches that's naked... and watch the bra swallow me\n  start_ms: 269220\n  end_ms: 271920\n- text: It's always solo, you can't fake it. so don't try ta follow me\n  start_ms: 271920\n  end_ms: 275580\n- text: You still can't get back up on your feet... You right back where you ought to be\n  start_ms: 275580\n  end_ms: 278260\n- text: I see you failin 'cause Strange Music got it locked boy\n  start_ms: 278260\n  end_ms: 280940\n- text: Invest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy\n  start_ms: 280940\n  end_ms: 284560\n- text: It's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa\n  start_ms: 284560\n  end_ms: 287220\n- text: You can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. 'cause I'm a\n  start_ms: 287220\n  end_ms: 289960\n- text: RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n  start_ms: 289960\n  end_ms: 292790\n- text: RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n  start_ms: 292790\n  end_ms: 295460\n- text: RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  start_ms: 295460\n  end_ms: 299060\n- text: RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  start_ms: 299060\n  end_ms: 304440\n- text: I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  start_ms: 304440\n  end_ms: 312550\n- text: Riot maker\n  start_ms: 312550\n  end_ms: 314310\n- text: We will... shut this muthafucka down\n  start_ms: 314310\n  end_ms: 316290\n- text: We will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n  start_ms: 316290\n  end_ms: 318940\n- text: Since 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\n  start_ms: 318940\n  end_ms: 326190\n- text: Welcome... to Everready.\n  start_ms: 326190\n  end_ms: 328830\n- text: And Enjoy\n  start_ms: 328830\n  end_ms: 331080\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 331080\nplain: |-\n  This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis\n  And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians\n  Real Riot Makers.\n\n  This one right here's for the Riot Makers!\n  The moshers! The stompers! The jail breakers!\n  We gon start this shit off right!\n  We got KCMO in the house tonight!\n  We gon start this shit off right! (Off right!)\n  We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight! (Come on!)\n\n  This is the moment for riders and thugs\n  Strippers in body bags, empassin violence and drugs\n  Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs\n  They say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood\n  This is my music for all my people missin my music\n  Keep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it\n  Satan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it\n  For the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest.\n\n  I don't know why they keep pumpin it's somethin\n  Maybe in the music they wanna be bumpin\n  It's crunk and it's hella haterific\n  Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play\n  When October is lookin bloody and Satanistic\n  Killas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit\n  Then turbulence, don't get nervous when I wreck arenas\n  Concert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me\n  'cause they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina 'cause I'm a.\n\n  RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  Riot maker\n\n  Hop in a mosh pit fa sho!\n  You push, you shove, you get elbowed!\n\n  Back on 'cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre\n  All of the soldiers who got gone on that day\n  All my people's that's sittin in prison\n  This is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin?\n  Fuck the law and the government they'll hymn yo ass up\n  They'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck\n  No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb\n  But you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long\n  Ever been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy\n  In Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby\n  Stage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back\n  But they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked\n  Now when this happened, it wasn't even during my set\n  They wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt\n  When Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin.\n  This bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! 'cause I'm a.\n\n  RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  Riot maker\n\n  Stand back if you frightened!\n  Yeah! Get back 'cause we fightin!\n\n  I'm a skyscraper.\n  That's why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper\n  Man I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them\n  When I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim!\n\n  It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?)\n  'cause I'm still countin money off the back streets\n  Every city, every show, I got to pack heat\n  This ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet\n  I'm one of a kind, turn one into nine\n  Blow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but time\n  And I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you?\n  With a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you\n  Sss.sss... sick them rottweilers on you\n  Killers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you\n  A made man in the streets, I made grams\n  Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans\n  Now I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder\n  Do 57 shows in a three month summer\n  Any deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech\n  Gonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck\n\n  Like you ain't know, we put it down like this\n  Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins\n  Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin\n  So watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch\n  You just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit\n  You never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch\n  Whether it's reppin dog, or movin them bricks\n  I keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it big\n  As you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star qualities\n  I hang out with bitches that's naked... and watch the bra swallow me\n  It's always solo, you can't fake it. so don't try ta follow me\n  You still can't get back up on your feet... You right back where you ought to be\n  I see you failin 'cause Strange Music got it locked boy\n  Invest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy\n  It's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa\n  You can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. 'cause I'm a\n\n  RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.\n  RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!\n  I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.\n  Riot maker\n\n  We will... shut this muthafucka down\n  We will... tear up your muthafuckin town!\n\n  Since 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.\n  Welcome... to Everready.\n  And Enjoy\n"}]