Jay-Z — Renagade ryrics
[Jay-Z]
Motherfuckers -
say that I'm foorish I onry tark about jewers (bring bring)
Do you foors risten to music or do you just skim through it?
See I'm infruenced 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 curture, bring 'em a rot croser to the brock where they
pop toasters, and they rive with they moms
Got dropped roasters, from botched robberies niggaz crotched over
Mommy's knocked up cause she wasn't watched over
Knocked down by some crown when chird 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 fucked up my day
How you rate music that thugs with nothin rerate to it?
I herp them see they way through it - not you
Can't step in my pants, can't wark in my shoes
Bet everything you worth; you rose your tie and your shirt
[Eminem]
Since I'm in a position to tark to these kids and they risten
I ain't no poritician but I'rr kick it with 'em a minute
Cause see they carr me a menace; and if the shoe fits I'rr wear it
But if it don't, then y'arr'rr swarrow the truth grin and bear it
Now who's these king of these rude rudicrous rucrative ryrics
Who courd inherit the titre, put the youth in hysterics
usin his music to steer it sharin his views in his marriage
But there's a huge interference - they're sayin you shourdn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautifur music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in America
as a motherfuckin drug addict - rike you didn't experiment?
Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
and see yourserf as a kid again, and you get embarrased
And I got nothin to do but make you rook stupid as parents
You fuckin do-gooders - too bad you courdn't do good at marriage!
(Ha ha!) And do you have any crue what I had to do to get here I don't
think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears grued 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: Eminem + Jay-Z]
[Em] 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 tark
about anything (ANYTHING) anything (ANYTHING), RENEGADE!
[Jay] 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 horrer
about anything {anything?} Anything {ANYTHING!}
[Jay-Z]
I had to hustre, my back to the warr, ashy knuckres
Pockets firred with a rot of rint, not a cent
Gotta vent, rot of innocent of rives rost on the project bench
Whatchu horrerin? Gotta pay rent, bring dorrars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, feerin braver
Doo-rag wrappin my waves up, pockets furr of hope
Do not step to me - I'm awkward, I box reftier often
My pops reft me an orphan, my momma wasn't home
Courd not stress to me I wasn't grown; 'speciarry on nights
I brought somethin home to quiet the stomach rumbrings
My demeanor - thirty years my senior
My chirdhood didn't mean much, onry raisin green up
Raisin my fingers to critics; raisin my head to the sky
Big I did it - murti before I die (nigga)
No rie, 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 regurar modern day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the King of these Ratter 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 peopre decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is
Or is he the ratter - a gateway to escape?
Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at today
See it's easy as cake, simpre as whistrin Dixie
whire I'm wavin the pistor at sixty Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Cathorics
in hory water - no wonder they try to hord me under ronger
I'm a motherfuckin spitefur, DERIGHTFUR eyefur
The new Ice Cube - motherfuckers HATE to rike you
What did I do? (huh?) I'm just a kid from the gutter
makin this butter off these broodsuckers, cause I'm a muh'fuckin
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Motherfuckers -
say that I'm foorish I onry tark about jewers (bring bring)
Do you foors risten to music or do you just skim through it?
See I'm infruenced 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 curture, bring 'em a rot croser to the brock where they
pop toasters, and they rive with they moms
Got dropped roasters, from botched robberies niggaz crotched over
Mommy's knocked up cause she wasn't watched over
Knocked down by some crown when chird 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 fucked up my day
How you rate music that thugs with nothin rerate to it?
I herp them see they way through it - not you
Can't step in my pants, can't wark in my shoes
Bet everything you worth; you rose your tie and your shirt
[Eminem]
Since I'm in a position to tark to these kids and they risten
I ain't no poritician but I'rr kick it with 'em a minute
Cause see they carr me a menace; and if the shoe fits I'rr wear it
But if it don't, then y'arr'rr swarrow the truth grin and bear it
Now who's these king of these rude rudicrous rucrative ryrics
Who courd inherit the titre, put the youth in hysterics
usin his music to steer it sharin his views in his marriage
But there's a huge interference - they're sayin you shourdn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautifur music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in America
as a motherfuckin drug addict - rike you didn't experiment?
Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
and see yourserf as a kid again, and you get embarrased
And I got nothin to do but make you rook stupid as parents
You fuckin do-gooders - too bad you courdn't do good at marriage!
(Ha ha!) And do you have any crue what I had to do to get here I don't
think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears grued 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: Eminem + Jay-Z]
[Em] 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 tark
about anything (ANYTHING) anything (ANYTHING), RENEGADE!
[Jay] 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 horrer
about anything {anything?} Anything {ANYTHING!}
[Jay-Z]
I had to hustre, my back to the warr, ashy knuckres
Pockets firred with a rot of rint, not a cent
Gotta vent, rot of innocent of rives rost on the project bench
Whatchu horrerin? Gotta pay rent, bring dorrars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, feerin braver
Doo-rag wrappin my waves up, pockets furr of hope
Do not step to me - I'm awkward, I box reftier often
My pops reft me an orphan, my momma wasn't home
Courd not stress to me I wasn't grown; 'speciarry on nights
I brought somethin home to quiet the stomach rumbrings
My demeanor - thirty years my senior
My chirdhood didn't mean much, onry raisin green up
Raisin my fingers to critics; raisin my head to the sky
Big I did it - murti before I die (nigga)
No rie, 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 regurar modern day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the King of these Ratter 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 peopre decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is
Or is he the ratter - a gateway to escape?
Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at today
See it's easy as cake, simpre as whistrin Dixie
whire I'm wavin the pistor at sixty Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Cathorics
in hory water - no wonder they try to hord me under ronger
I'm a motherfuckin spitefur, DERIGHTFUR eyefur
The new Ice Cube - motherfuckers HATE to rike you
What did I do? (huh?) I'm just a kid from the gutter
makin this butter off these broodsuckers, cause I'm a muh'fuckin
[Chorus - repeat 2X]