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letra de riot control - uzi random

[intro: dispatcher]
calling all miramar pd, we have a 10-34 in progress centered at the corner of fairway blvd and n-ssau drive. we need nearby units to the scene immediately. this crowd seems to be growing at an alarming rate. if it is not contained it will spill over into the surrounding areas. umm i’m not sure if this correct but i’m receiving reports that the crowd appears to be under the control of a single individual; african american male, mid twenties, about 5’11”, wearing a black t-shirt with the words florida’s finest written across the front. apprehend immediately

[verse 1]
introducing that loud talking cloud walking crowd rocking mother f-cker
proud often cause i let loose my bowels off on these suckers
ruckus what i bring to keep my name in discussions
of who the one banging till brains get concussions, flame combusting
u-z-i infecting you b-tches like a u-t-i
that monster that been way off his rocker since he was knee high
grind to make my m-o-n-e-y touch the sky
trying to see my legacy lie where the eli-t-e fly
sick of how they labeled off my state as just that trapping sh-t
packing p-ssion and snapping but i can’t get p-ssed my packaging
dark skinned young african with dreads attached to him
so they think i’m matching in circles that half of them be acting in
nothing like them more like a lycan biting your jugular
riot writing exciting’s that sight of what that does to you
so in love with the feeling of molding up sound
hitting the stage with mic in hand and then controlling a crowd
drunk and crunk as a baser basically based out when i’m rocking it
so high from a potent supply of what drives this rocket ship
music’s that drug that i’ve got to hit like nothing’s topping it but oxygen
give me the proper fit for what i’ve got to get
crown and my throne in my town i done shown i’m the top to pick
talking topic when gossip get thick bout who been dropping piff
like chopper clips unloading i’m folding my competish
stomping with the confidence of a million accomplishments

[bridge]
i get that stage rocking, i get that party popping
i keep your speakers knocking, to keep your head bopping
it ain’t no other option, i let that fire explode
hit the stage and move crowds like riot control

[verse 2]
best believe i’m repping that haven that’s nothing less than amazing
this southern city i spent me some of the best of my days in
broward county made him left foot steps in that dade and
played in that manner that ain’t ever rest my flesh in the grave when
so many round me engaged in what done left them in cages
or breathless like a death wish a genie stepped in and gave them
praising mom and papa for the stress they displayed in
raising they son to never be the one for wretched behaving
so the best what i’m craving from all the blessings i’m bathed in
hoping not to cave in from the pressure pressing with aging
bulldozing down the path you destined for blazing
what i preach to folks what i’m reaching for’s to simply set them the stages
in which inspiration arises insatiable drive is
what separates this race dividing those complacent surviving
from those who racing to dive in actualization inside them
f-ck the brakes i’m driving till that destination’s arriving
i been riding this lane as one of the livest that done spoken
out the bottom pardon as i’m providing that commotion
needed to shake this scene that’s seen residing by ocean
smoking anything deciding to collide with my devotion
my ferocity’s got to be that key that lifts the lock for me
option b offers me nothing outside of mediocrity
properly i’ve tried to plot with each step i could possibly
trot cause i’ve got to see how this chaos in me can profit me
hope that did you what you posed to do with this sh-t floating through
all your speakers tweak it up the most that you can poke it to
bang this b-tch but make your main intent to let these vocals spew
and soak in you take a toke or two and get that doper view
willing to go the few extra miles just to make a mark
drilling to break the mold and then take control of this state to start
take art to the hearts of those who want to create the parts
of the flame that’s waiting to dart across the nation trace the spark to this riot control

- uzi random

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