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Portion of Lead Sheet & Lyrics for RIOT by Cameron Gee

Above is a portion of my lead sheet which contains its most melodic section. The instrument playing these notes is an electric guitar and this section can be heard during the 3rd verse. Being a fan of wrestling for over two decades, I'm aware of how prominent guitars are in most wrestler's themes and I wanted to implement that into my composition. Hip Hop has taken over today's culture as possibly the most popular form of music. In the 1980's wrestling organizations paired their sport with the hottest music of the day, Rock. WWE (WWF at the time) even had a working relationship with MTV at the height of its music showcase. Keeping up with the theme of meshing popular music and professional wrestling, companies such as TNA, ROH and WWE have adopted rap music into its fold. Stars such as R-Truth, Kurt Angle and John Cena all have Hip Hop songs accompanying them down to the squared circle. With such great groups as Rage Against the Machine, Linkin Park and Limp Bizkit mixing Rock and Hip Hop, I wanted to showcase a little bit of both in my piece as well.

Below are the lyrics to my song which can be located at http://about.me/camerongee:

RIOT

By

Cameron McBride-Gee

CHORUS

Let me hear ya if you wanna start somethin’… Yep! x2

Let me hear ya if you wanna start somethin’

You wanna start somethin’

Cuz we bout to start somethin’… Yep!

Let me hear ya if you wanna start somethin’… Yep! x2

Let me hear ya if you wanna start something’

You wanna start something’

Cuz we bout to start a Riot!

VERSE 1

Whether Thunder or Lightnin’

My Strikin’ is evident

Choke holds, low blows, No pro

Ever quits

Leave foes hesitant

Thinkin’ bout their next move

But I’m already hittin’ you with my best move

Chess moves

Nothin’ but a pawn, I’m a King man…

So think before you step up in this Ring man

‘Cuz when that bell goes Ding man

 You’re gonna sing

Faster than a bird with a clipped wing

Rudyard Kipling

Couldn’t write it better

A sonnet for your sorrows

Not promised a tomorrow

You can never borrow

The greatness I posses

My heart is too big to ever fit in your chest

I am not impressed

With your tactics

Practice

Turnbuckle backflips

On your mattress

Because you lack this

While I continue

To sell out the venues

From Tempe to Timbuktu

Until my career’s thru!

Pre-Chorus

Chorus

VERSE 2

I don’t have a manager

I don’t need a mouthpiece

I feel bad for any ‘yall that doubt me

I leave the competition saltier than souse meat

So yall haters can kick sand on south beach

Or kick rocks on Mount Death

Writin’ checks

When ain’t nothin’ in your account left

Empty promises

And your 1 fluid once threats

Ain’t enough to whet my appetite

So announce that

The winner by submission

Over the opposition’s

The mat magician

The ring technician

You didn’t want to listen

Under your own volition

Your Road to Perdition

Aided in your omission

You’re not in my position

So do your little crawl of shame

The next time you see me will be the Hall of Fame

With a blinged out ring and my face in a mold

I’m a Champion… With or without the Gold

Pre-Chorus

Chorus X2

Guitar Solo

Pre-Chorus

Chorus X2