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The Renegades
Jay-Z

Date Added: 2004-12-21 16:57:40

[jay-z]
Motherfuckas!
Say that i'm foolish, i only talk about jews
Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it
See i'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined
The same dude you gave nothin, i made somethin' doin
What i do through and through and, i give you the news
With a twist of just his ghetto point of view
The renegade, you been affrad, i penetrate pop culture
Bring em a lot closer to the block where they pop toasters
And they live with they moms, got drop roasters
From botch robberies, niggaz crotched over
Mommy's knocked up cuz she wasn't watched over
Knocked down by some clown, will child support knock
No he's not around, now how that sound til you jot it down
I bring you through the ghetto without riding round
Hiding down, duckin' strings from frustrated youths stuck in they ways
Just read a magazine and fucked up my days
How you write music that thugs but nothin' but relate to it
I helped them see they way through it, not you
Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes
Bet everything you're worth, you lose your tie and your shirt

[eminem]
Since i'm in the position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but i kick it wit em a minute
Cuz see they call me a mennace and if the shoe fits i wear it
But if it don't then y'all will swallow the truth, grin and bear it
Now who's the king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title with the youth and the ?
Using 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 ? 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 motherfuckin' drug addict, like you didn't experiment
That's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarassed
And i got nothin' to do but make you look stupid as parents
You fuckin ?, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage
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
Cuz here we go, these *gibberish*, and i'm the sinister, mr. kiss my ass is just a...

[chorus]
[eminem] renegade!
Never been affraid to say what's on my mind at any given time of day
Cuz i'm a renegade, never been affraid to talk about anything, (anything,) anything, (anything)
Renegade!
[jay-z] never been affraid to say what's on my mind at any given time of day
Cuz i'm a (renegade),
Never been affraid to holler about anything, (anything,) anything, (anything!)

[jay-z]
I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashey knuckles
Pockets filled with allotta led, not a zed, gotta vent
Lotta innocent lives lost on the project bench
What's you hollerin, gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
? dagger, hidin' under my coat, feelin' braver
Do ?, rapped in my ?, poeckets full of hope
Do not step to me, i'm akward, i box lefty
I offed him, my pops left me and often my momma wasn't home
Could not stress to me, i wasn't grown
Especially on nights i brought somethin' home to quiet the stomach rumblin'
My demeanor, 30 years my senior
My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin' greener
Raisin' my fingers to critics, raisin' my hat to the sky
Big i did it, ? before i die, (nigga) no lie
Just know i chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight

[eminem]
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 martyr of hate, satan, a scatter? athiest
But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste
We as the people dec


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