Renagade (feat. Eminem)
Motherf**kers Say that I'm foolish I only talk about jewels (Bling bling)...
Motherf**kers Say that I'm foolish I only talk about jewels (Bling bling) Do you fools Listen to music or Do you just skim Through it? See I'm influenced By the ghetto you ruined That same dude You gave nothin' I made somethin' doin' What I do through And through and I give you the news With a twist It's just his Ghetto point-of-view The renegade You been afraid I penetrate pop culture Bring 'em a lot closer To the block where they Pop toasters And they live With they moms Got dropped roasters From botched robberies N***az crotched over Mommy's knocked up Cause she wasn't Watched over Knocked down By some clown When child support knocked No he's not around Now how that Sound to ya? Jot it down I bring it Through the ghetto Without ridin' 'round Hidin' down duckin' strays From frustrated youths Stuck in they ways Just read a magazine That f**ked up my day How you rate music That thugs with Nothin' relate to it? I help them see they way Through it, not you Can't step in my pants Can't walk in my shoes Bet everything you worth You lose your tie And your shirt Since I'm in a position To talk to these kids And they listen I ain't no politician But I'll kick it With 'em a minute Cause see they Call me a menace And if the shoe fits I'll wear it But if it don't Then you'll will Swallow the truth Grin and bear it Now who's these King of these rude Ludicrous lucrative lyrics Who could inherit the title Put the youth in hysterics Usin' his music to steer it Sharin' his views And his merits But there's A huge interference They're sayin' You shouldn't hear it Maybe it's hatred I spew Maybe it's food For the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you To just cherish But I'm debated disputed hated And viewed in America As a motherf**kin' drug addict Like you didn't experiment? Now now, that's when You start to stare at Who's in the mirror And see yourself As a kid again And you get embarrassed And I got nothin' to do But make you look Stupid as parents You f**kin' do-gooders Too bad you couldn't Do good at marriage (Ha ha) And do you Have any clue What I had to do To get here? I don't think you do So stay tuned and Keep your ears Glued to the stereo Cause here we go He's (Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga) And I'm the sinister Mr. Kiss-My-Ass It's just the [Chorus] Renegade Never been afraid To say What's on my mind At any given time of day Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid To talk about anything (Anything) Anything (Anything) Renegade Never been afraid To say What's on my mind At any given time of day Cause I'm a (Renegade) Never been afraid To holler about anything (Anything?) Anything (Anything) I had to hustle My back to the wall Ashy knuckles Pockets filled with A lot of lint, not a cent Gotta vent Lot of innocent of lives Lost on the project bench Whatchu hollerin'? Gotta pay rent Bring dollars in By the bodega Iron under my coat Feelin' braver Doo-rag Wrappin' my waves up Pockets full of hope Do not step to me I'm awkward I box leftier often My pops left me an orphan My momma wasn't home Could not stress to me I wasn't grown 'Specially on nights I brought somethin' home To quiet the Stomach rumblings My demeanor Thirty years my senior My childhood Didn't mean much Only raisin' green up Raisin' my fingers to critics Raisin' my head to the sky Big I did it Multi before I die (n***a) No lie, just know I chose my own fate I drove by the Fork in the road And went straight See I'm a poet to some A regular Modern day Shakespeare Jesus Christ the King of these Latter Day Saints here To shatter the picture In which of that As they paint me As a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist But that ain't the case See it's a matter of taste We as a people decide If Shady's as bad As they say he is Or is he the latter A gateway to escape? Media scapegoat Who they can Be mad at today See it's easy as cake Simple as whistlin' Dixie While I'm wavin' the pistol At sixty Christians against me Go to war with the Mormons Take a bath with the Catholics In holy water No wonder they try To hold me under longer I'm a motherf**kin' spiteful Delightful eyeful The new Ice Cube Motherf**kers hate to like you What did I do? (Huh?) I'm just a kid From the gutter Makin' this butter Off these bloodsuckers Cause I'm a muh'f**kin' [Chorus: x2]
writers: CARTER, SHAWN / MATHERS, MARSHALL B III / RESTO, LUIS EDGARDO
copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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