Riot - Slum Village, Rapper Big Pooh, Joe Scudda

A yo I set it off like I’m F Gary gray

When I step up on the scene niggas have nothing 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 Ima be back

They sleeping with a c-pap

I see racks to destroy track

This ain’t b-boy rap, this ain’t d-boy trap

They say be more black I tell them grease these naps

They setting traps all the time

I study the art of rhyme you ready to order mine

I slaughter like Columbine

I’m doing just fine without others

Go ask my brother

And when you see my nieces tell’em uncle Thomas love 'em

Alone in a 4 cornered room walls padded

Where nothing really matters

But the matter I done had it

My ego been shattered my pride battered

My heart been bruised so much I turned addict

A glutton for the pain

A motherfucka shame

What a nigga go thru 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 roast but I still landed like I dropped down on 4 feet

J let’s the drums beat

I’m letting off steam

Why be apart yours when this is the dream team muthafucka

Posted up in the corner, homie you border

Whole game is dead call up the coroner

911 on the dial, scenery looking foul

Walked in with a frown, left out with a smile

Attitude like fuck a mall

Vintage thrift store pieces fuck a mall

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 me they couldn’t beat it

Scooped up all cash so cold it fridge

Cancel they feelings, so made 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 yea I’m a rebel

And i been proud of who i am

And where i stand as a man

Forever vowed to hold my nuts in my hand

Threw the gambit I’m wilding

Fuck dat on any planet I’m styling

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 life should of put it in a journal

Read it at night small light nocturnal

I’m a like wise guy living true lies

Call me mr.

mix cause I’m much to live

If you ain’t talking about a grip nor talking about god

Then ain’t shit to say to me, you stepping out of line

Yeah y’all niggas make believe fairy tale lovers

Can’t stay a head of us or parallel of us

Even though we stay a float like a parasail hover

Yeah i saw my fought and i comb threw it

Now a nigga Tom cruising, yeah get on my level kid

You know what i could of did

But instead dog a stack green pyramids