Joe Scudda - Riot lyrics

[Verse 1: Rapper Big Pooh] A yo I set it off like I'm F Gary gray When I step up on the scene n***as 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 motherf**a shame What a n***a 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 muthaf**a [Verse 2: Joe Scudda] 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 f** a mall Vintage thrift store pieces f** a mall No time for it, gotta grind for it John Hanco*k 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 a**imilate 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 f** dat on any planet I'm styling [Verse 3: T3] 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 sh** to say to me, you stepping out of line Yeah y'all n***as 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 n***a Tom cruising ,yeah get on my level kid You know what i could of did But instead dog a stack green pyramids