From:
[Jay-Z]
Motherfuckers -
say that Iīm foolish I only talk about jewels (bling bling)
Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it?
See Iīm 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 itīs just his ghetto point-of-view
The renegade; you been afraid
I penetrate pop culture, bring īem a lot closer to the block where they
pop toasters, and they live with they moms
Got dropped roasters, from botched robberies niggaz crotched over
Mommyīs knocked up cause she wasnīt watched over
Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked
No heīs not around - now how that sound to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without ridin īround
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 relate to it?
I help them see they way through it - not you
Canīt step in my pants, canīt walk in my shoes
Bet everything you worth; you lose your tie and your shirt
[Eminem]
Since Iīm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ainīt no politician but Iīll kick it with īem a minute
Cause see they call me a menace; and if the shoe fits Iīll wear it
But if it donīt, then yīallīll swallow the truth grin and bear it
Now whoīs 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 in his marriage
But thereīs a huge interference - theyīre sayin you shouldnīt hear it
Maybe itīs hatred I spew, maybe itīs food for the spirit
Maybe itīs beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But Iīm debated disputed hated and viewed in America
as a motherfuckin drug addict - like you didnīt experiment?
Now now, thatīs when you start to stare at whoīs in the mirror
and see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrased
And I got nothin to do but make you look stupid as parents
You fuckin do-gooders - too bad you couldnīt do good at marriage!
(Ha ha!) And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I donīt
think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
Cause here we go - heīs {*Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga*}
And Iīm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass itīs just the
[Chorus: Eminem Jay-Z]
[Em] RENEGADE! Never been afraid to say
whatīs on my mind at, any given time of day
Cause Iīm a RENEGADE! Never been afraid to talk
about anything (ANYTHING) anything (ANYTHING), RENEGADE!
[Jay] Never been afraid to say
whatīs on my mind at, any given time of day
Cause Iīm a {RENEGADE} Never been afraid to holler
about anything {anything?} Anything {ANYTHING!}
[Jay-Z]
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 - Iīm awkward, I box leftier often
My pops left me an orphan, my momma wasnīt home
Could not stress to me I wasnīt grown; īspecially on nights
I brought somethin home to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor - thirty years my senior
My childhood didnīt 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 (nigga)
No lie, just know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight
[Eminem]
See Iīm 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 ainīt the case, see itīs a matter of taste
We as a people decide if Shadyīs 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 itīs easy as cake, simple as whistlin Dixie
while Iīm 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
Iīm a motherfuckin spiteful, DELIGHTFUL eyeful
The new Ice Cube - motherfuckers HATE to like you
What did I do? (huh?) Iīm just a kid from the gutter
makin this butter off these bloodsuckers, cause Iīm a muhīfuckin
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
Translate to:
[Jay-Z]
Motherfuckers -
say that Iīm foolish I only talk about jewels (bling bling)
Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it?
See Iīm 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 itīs just his ghetto point-of-view
The renegade; you been afraid
I penetrate pop culture, bring īem a lot closer to the block where they
pop toasters, and they live with they moms
Got dropped roasters, from botched robberies niggaz crotched over
Mommyīs knocked up cause she wasnīt watched over
Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked
No heīs not around - now how that sound to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without ridin īround
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 relate to it?
I help them see they way through it - not you
Canīt step in my pants, canīt walk in my shoes
Bet everything you worth; you lose your tie and your shirt
[Eminem]
Since Iīm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ainīt no politician but Iīll kick it with īem a minute
Cause see they call me a menace; and if the shoe fits Iīll wear it
But if it donīt, then yīallīll swallow the truth grin and bear it
Now whoīs 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 in his marriage
But thereīs a huge interference - theyīre sayin you shouldnīt hear it
Maybe itīs hatred I spew, maybe itīs food for the spirit
Maybe itīs beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But Iīm debated disputed hated and viewed in America
as a motherfuckin drug addict - like you didnīt experiment?
Now now, thatīs when you start to stare at whoīs in the mirror
and see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrased
And I got nothin to do but make you look stupid as parents
You fuckin do-gooders - too bad you couldnīt do good at marriage!
(Ha ha!) And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I donīt
think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
Cause here we go - heīs {*Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga*}
And Iīm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass itīs just the
[Chorus: Eminem Jay-Z]
[Em] RENEGADE! Never been afraid to say
whatīs on my mind at, any given time of day
Cause Iīm a RENEGADE! Never been afraid to talk
about anything (ANYTHING) anything (ANYTHING), RENEGADE!
[Jay] Never been afraid to say
whatīs on my mind at, any given time of day
Cause Iīm a {RENEGADE} Never been afraid to holler
about anything {anything?} Anything {ANYTHING!}
[Jay-Z]
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 - Iīm awkward, I box leftier often
My pops left me an orphan, my momma wasnīt home
Could not stress to me I wasnīt grown; īspecially on nights
I brought somethin home to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor - thirty years my senior
My childhood didnīt 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 (nigga)
No lie, just know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight
[Eminem]
See Iīm 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 ainīt the case, see itīs a matter of taste
We as a people decide if Shadyīs 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 itīs easy as cake, simple as whistlin Dixie
while Iīm 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
Iīm a motherfuckin spiteful, DELIGHTFUL eyeful
The new Ice Cube - motherfuckers HATE to like you
What did I do? (huh?) Iīm just a kid from the gutter
makin this butter off these bloodsuckers, cause Iīm a muhīfuckin
[Chorus - repeat 2x]