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 That same dude you gave nothing, I made something doing 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 roasters, from botched robberies niggas crotched over Mommy'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 it through the ghetto without riding round Hiding down ducking strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways Just read a magazine that fucked up my day How you rate music that thugs with nothing 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're worth, you'll lose your tie and your shirt
[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? Using his music to steer it, sharing his views and his merits But there's a huge interference: they're saying 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 nothing 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 Cause here we go, he's {*Jigga j-Jigga*} And I'm the sinister Mr. Kiss-My-Ass, it's just the
[Hook: 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 talk 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 holler About anything, anything, anything, anything, renegade!
[Verse 3: 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 lives Lost on the project bench Whatchyou hollerin? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver Doo-rag wrapping 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 momma wasn't home Could not stress to me I wasn't grown, especially on nights I brought something home to quiet the stomach rumblings My demeanor - 30 years my senior My childhood didn't mean much, only raising green up Raising my fingers to critics, raising my head to the sky B.I.G. 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