Riot!

[Chorus: Deacon the Villain & Natti]
Old heads sayin’
Why them people outside
Tryna keep them young boys quiet
Get low, why? Them young boys wild
Lookin’ at ‘em ‘bout to start a riot
Good Lord, why them people outside?
Tryna keep them young girls quiet
Get low, why? Them young girls wild
Lookin’ at ‘em ‘bout to start a riot
Good Lord

[Verse 1: Deacon the Villain]
Look at all the red, some whites in blue
No rights, incites, the fight in you
For life you no nice, you no like my hue
You strike we stand straight as a stripe on cue
And you ask, why we burning up the neighborhood?
As if the ghetto was created for the greater good
It’s even burning where the savior stood
We trying to self destruct this what will make you do it
Tryna find a nugget of truth in something
Other than art, somewhere other than youth
It’s all lies everything under your roof
To learn that history’s been slanted just to keep you aloof
It reaches moments, when even the righteous choose violence
From silence to siren a seismic environment
In life’s maze, maybe what’s left is the right way
I hate to blacken yo white day, but old heads sayin’

[Chorus: Deacon the Villain & Natti]
Why them people outside
Tryna keep them young boys quiet
Get low, why? Them young boys wild
Lookin’ at ‘em ‘bout to start a riot
Good Lord, why them people outside?
Tryna keep them young girls quiet
Get low, why? Them young girls wild
Lookin’ at ‘em ‘bout to start a riot
Good Lord

[Verse 2: Natti]
No way left to temper the temperature of the town
Hear the brush with death painting Crimson across the ground
Down now, get behind something
A cause or some cover, take aim or take suffering
News cameras never get the pause
Only want the rumble in the jungle when they popping out the claws
Civil rights suddenly got a clause
Declaring martial law, too many ninjas tightening up they bras
Being lioness doesn’t make it a lion less
And hunting down the Cubs is good way to lie in rest
Yes, stress and pressure bust pipes
Know it ain’t fun when the rabbits behind the sights
Seeing fires burning as bright as the city lights
Fueled by revolt its highest voltage ignite
Generations behind with numbers in decline
Are now the ones peeking out the blinds in these times saying

[Chorus: Deacon the Villain & Natti]
Why them people outside
Tryna keep them young boys quiet
Get low, why? Them young boys wild
Lookin’ at ‘em ‘bout to start a riot
Good Lord, why them people outside?
Tryna keep them young girls quiet
Get low, why? Them young girls wild
Lookin’ at ‘em ‘bout to start a riot
Good Lord

[Bridge: Deacon the Villain]
Can I get an “R” for the Riot, “E” for emotion?
“D” for devotion, what’s the commotion?
You ask why we burn up the streets that we live on
Did we get that notion from across the ocean
Such self destruction, pain and the misery
We know nothing of infamy, let’s roll play the history
Book; reverse psychology the apology
That civil war wasn’t fought for me, it was economy
Look, Abe freed the slaves, date recorded
But it took a hundred years to piss in the same toilet
Abe freed the slaves, date recorded
But it took a hundred years to piss in the same toilet

[Interlude: Deacon the Villain]
Why them people outside
Tryna keep them young girls quiet?

[Outro: Deacon The Villain]
Conditioned to hate self since we met Christians
And taught that God needs negus us in full submission
To man this a devilish plan
To pull that monkey business off you’d need one helluva clan
Ya understand? A devilish plan
To pull that monkey business off you'd need one helluva Klan
One helluva Klan
One helluva Klan
Klan, Klan