Testo Riot - Slum Village
Testo della canzone Riot (Slum Village), tratta dall'album Dirty Slums 2
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 Thomas 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 try to roast me
But I still landed like I dropped down on four feet
Stay, let the drums beat, I'm lettin' off steam
Why be a part of yours when this is the dream team, motherfucker?
Check, posted up in the corner
Homie, you borin' the
Whole game is dead, call up the coroner
9/11 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
Damn, 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 vowed, I hold my nuts in my hand
Through the gambit, I'm wildin'
Fuck that, on any planet, I'm stylin'
Appreciate me while I'm still here
I do a magic trick, disappear out my ocular
Respect Trump, 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 fairytale lovers
Can't stay ahead of us or parallel of us
Even though we stay afloat like a parasail hovered
Yeah, I saw my faults and I combed through it
So fluid, now a nigga Tom Cruise it
Yeah, get on my level, kid, you know what I could've did
But instead, dog, I stack green pyramids
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Writer(s): Trevor Smith, Denaun Porter
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