Renegade Karaoke - Jay-Z & Eminem

This title is a cover of Renegade as made famous by Jay-Z
feat. Eminem

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With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Same as the original tempo: 84.96 BPM

In the same key as the original: C♯m

Duration: 05:41 - Preview at: 02:11

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Release date: 2001
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, In English
Original songwriters: Eminem, Luis Resto, Jay-Z

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Lyrics Renegade

Motherfuckers say that I'm foolish
I only talk about jewels
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
Niggas crouched over
Mami's knocked up 'cos 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 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
Can't step in my pants
Can't walk in my shoes
Bet everything you worth
You'll lose your tie and your shirt yeah
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
'Cos 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 motherfuckin' 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 fuckin' do-gooders, 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
'Cos here we go
He's Jigga-Jur-Jigga-Jih-Jigga
And I'm the sinister
Mister Kiss-My-Ass is just a
Never been afraid to say what's on my mind at any given time of day 'cos I'm a
Never been afraid to talk about
Anything
Anything
Renegade
Never been afraid to say what's on my mind at any given time of day 'cos 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 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
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 motherfuckin' spiteful
Delightful eyeful
The new Ice Cube
Motherfuckers hate to like you
What did I do
I'm just a kid from the gutter
Makin' his butter off these bloodsuckers 'cos I'm a motherfuckin'
Never been afraid to say what's on my mind at any given time of day 'cos I'm a
Never been afraid to talk about
Anything
Anything
Renegade
Never been afraid to say what's on my mind at any given time of day 'cos I'm a
Renegade
Never been afraid to holler about anything
Anything
Anything
Anything
Never been afraid to say what's on my mind at any given time of day 'cos I'm a
Never been afraid to talk about
Anything
Anything
Renegade
Never been afraid to say what's on my mind at any given time of day 'cos I'm a
Renegade
Never been afraid to holler about anything
Anything
Anything
Anything

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