Текст песни Riot - Slum Village

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, I set it off like I'm F. Gary Gray
I step up on the scene, niggas had nothin' to say
Bite your tongue, keep quiet, I start riots, homie, this ain't recess
If you feel a way, hit that eject
Reject pity 'cause I'ma be back, they sleepin' with a CPAP
See racks to destroy tracks, this ain't b-boy rap
This ain't D-boy trap, they say be more Black
Tell 'em, "Grease these snaps," they settin' traps all the time
Study the art of rhyme, you ready to order mine?
I slaughter like Columbine, I'm doin' just fine
Without the others, go ask my brother
And when you see my nieces, tell 'em Uncle Tom is love 'em
Alone in this four-cornered room, walls padded
Where nothin' really matters, but the matter of the had-it
My ego been shattered, pride been battered
My heart been bruised so much, I turned addict
A glutton for the pain, a motherfuckin' shame
What a nigga go through before he really wanna change
I really wanna hang the old me
But the new me wouldn't survive without the old me
Listen closely, rappers don't approach me
Critics tried to roast me, but I still
Landed like I dropped down on four feet
Say, "Let the drums beat," I'm lettin' off steam
Why be a part of yours when this is the dream team?

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Posted up in the corner, homie, you borin' the
Whole game is dead, call up the coroner
911 On the dial, scenery lookin' foul
Walked in with a frown, left out with a smile
Attitude like, "Fuck 'em all"
Vintage thrift store pieces, fuck 'em all
No time for it, gotta grind for it
John Hancock, scribbled out on the line for it
Told me they couldn't read it
Rolled out sevens, told 'em they couldn't beat it
Scooped up hard cash, so cold, it's frigid
Cats in they feelings, so mad, they livid
Watch how I live it, now they wanna imitate
A dude the game couldn't intimidate
'Cause I refuse to assimilate
With the in-crowd, yeah, I'm a rebel and I been proud
Of who I am and where I stand as a man
Forever vow to hold my nine in my hand
Through the gambit, I'm wildin'
Fuck that, on any planet, I'm stylin'

Appreciate me while I'm still here
Or do a magic trick, disappear out my ocular
My spectrum can't be seen with binoculars
Whole life, should've put it in a journal
Read it at night, small light, nocturnal
I'm like a wise guy livin' true lies
Call me Mr. Mix 'cause I'm much too live
Ain't talkin' 'bout a grip, nor talkin' 'bout God
Then ain't shit to say to me, you steppin' out of line
Yeah, y'all niggas make-believe fairy tale lovers
Can't get in front of us or parallel of us
Even though we stay afloat like a parasail hover
Yeah, it's all my faults and I comb through it
So fluent, now a nigga Tom Cruisin'
Yeah, get on my level, kid, you know what I could've did
But instead, dawg, I stacked green pyramids