Some people talk Just to hear their lips rattle Got their high positions Same old ship but with a different paddler Told me that I had to get commercialized
If you feel so empty So used up, so let down If you feel so angry So ripped off, so stepped on You're not the only one Refusing to back down You're not
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I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top She's got a body like an hourglass that's ticking like a clock It's a matter of time before
I got a lot to say to you, yeah, I got a lot to say I notice your eyes are always glued to me You're keeping them here and it makes no sense at all They
Sleeping is giving in, no matter what the time is Sleeping is giving in, so lift those heavy eyelids People say that you'll die, faster than without water
Up rolled the riot van And sparked excitement in the boys But the policemen look annoyed Perhaps these are ones they should avoid They got a chase last
We explore the men's room. We don't give a shit. Ladies' lost electricity; Take vows inside of it. Desire to dance; Too startled to try. Wrap my legs
Well I'm an axegrinder Piledriver Mother says that I never never mind her Got no brains I'm insane Teacher says that I'm one big pain I'm like a laser
We understand all of the officers In the Central Division have been ordered to wear Their helmets and basically to get into riot gear Ok, we have, uh,
Rebel, rebel and yell 'Cause our people still dwell in hell Locked in a cell, yes, the structure's a cell Mad is the story I tell, how long can we wait
You say that you love me, all of the time You say that you need me, and you'll always be mine I'm feelin'... glad all over (yes I'm) Glad all over
Get ready Hah! We got blind compassion Don't need discussion Think you know just what I mean Nowhere's a smokin' While the rules are broken Had to be
Turn it up until it bangs your head Tear it down, now mother don't play dead People stand the noise All the little toys Put some more coke on the fire
Ha, killah priest, daddy rose Same rose, abg, rose cartel,what? '99, the beginnin of the endin baby Yea, gon take you there, what? Yo, yo, yo, ugh ugh
[Tech N9ne] This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis and all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians Real Riot Makers. This one right here's for the
Webster's dictionary say a riot is like an unrestrained Uproar in a public place, turbulent right in your face With the facts we're gonna spread God's
Riot Flesh-N-Bone: Yeah, yeah. Unh huh, unh huh, callin' all my trues trues. Mo Thug family bringin' it to ya once again. Callin' all my thugstas,
