JAY-Z - Renegade (Lyrics) ft. Eminem

JAY-Z - Renegade (Lyrics) ft. Eminem Stream/Download: Follow our Spotify Playlist: JAY-Z Eminem Follow Loku: Wallpaper: For business enquiries or anything else please reach out: yoyoloku@ Lyrics [Verse 1: JAY-Z] Motherf***ers 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 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, 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 roadsters From botched robberies, n***** crouched over Mami’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 you through the ghetto without ridin’ ’round Hidin’ down, duckin’ strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways Just read a magazine that f***ed up my day How you rate music that thugs with nothin’ relate to it? [Verse 2: Eminem] 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 y’all’ll swallow the truth, grin and bear it Now who’s the 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***in’ 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***in’ do-gooders, too bad you couldn’t do good at marriage (Haha) 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-Jur-Jigga-Jih-Jigga And I’m the sinister Mr. Kiss-My-A** is just a [Chorus: Eminem & JAY-Z] 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) [Verse 3: JAY-Z] I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles Pockets filled with a lotta lint, not a cent Gotta vent, lotta innocent lives lost on the project bench What you hollerin’? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in By the bodega, iron under my coat, feelin’ braver Durag wrappin’ my waves up, pockets full of hope Do not step to me I’m awkward, I box lefty An orphan, my pops left me And often my mama 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 No lie, just know I chose my own fate I drove by the fork in the road and went straight [Verse 4: 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 monger of hate, satanist, 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 as 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 tried to hold me under longer I’m a motherf***in’ spiteful, delightful eyeful The new Ice Cube, motherf***ers hate to like you What did I do? (Huh?), I’m just a kid from the gutter Makin’ his butter off these bloodsuckers, ’cause I’m a mother