[Jay-Z]
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Motherfuckers -
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say that I'm foolish I only talk about jewels (bling bling)
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Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it?
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See I'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined
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That same dude you gave nothin, I made somethin doin
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what I do through and through and
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I give you the news - with a twist it's just his ghetto point-of-view
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The renegade; you been afraid
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I penetrate pop culture, bring 'em a lot closer to the block where they
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pop toasters, and they live with they moms
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Got dropped roasters, from botched robberies niggaz crotched over
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Mommy's knocked up cause she wasn't watched over
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Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked
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No he's not around - now how that sound to ya, jot it down
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I bring it through the ghetto without ridin 'round
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hidin down duckin strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways
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Just read a magazine that fucked up my day
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How you rate music that thugs with nothin relate to it?
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I help them see they way through it - not you
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Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes
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Bet everything you worth; you lose your tie and your shirt
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[Eminem]
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Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
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I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute
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Cause see they call me a menace; and if the shoe fits I'll wear it
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But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth grin and bear it
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Now who's these king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics
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Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
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usin his music to steer it sharin his views in his marriage
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But there's a huge interference - they're sayin you shouldn't hear it
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Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
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Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
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But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in America
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as a motherfuckin drug addict - like you didn't experiment?
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Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
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and see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrased
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And I got nothin to do but make you look stupid as parents
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You fuckin do-gooders - too bad you couldn't do good at marriage!
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(Ha ha!) And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I don't
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think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
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Cause here we go - he's {*Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga*}
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And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass it's just the
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[Chorus: Eminem + Jay-Z]
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[Em] RENEGADE! Never been afraid to say
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what's on my mind at, any given time of day
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Cause I'm a RENEGADE! Never been afraid to talk
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about anything (ANYTHING) anything (ANYTHING), RENEGADE!
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[Jay] Never been afraid to say
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what's on my mind at, any given time of day
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Cause I'm a {RENEGADE} Never been afraid to holler
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about anything {anything?} Anything {ANYTHING!}
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[Jay-Z]
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I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles
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Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent
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Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives lost on the project bench
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Whatchu hollerin? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
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By the bodega, iron under my coat, feelin braver
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Doo-rag wrappin my waves up, pockets full of hope
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Do not step to me - I'm awkward, I box leftier often
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My pops left me an orphan, my momma wasn't home
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Could not stress to me I wasn't grown; 'specially on nights
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I brought somethin home to quiet the stomach rumblings
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My demeanor - thirty years my senior
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My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin green up
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Raisin my fingers to critics; raisin my head to the sky
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Big I did it - multi before I die (nigga)
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No lie, just know I chose my own fate
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I drove by the fork in the road and went straight
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[Eminem]
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See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare
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Jesus Christ the King of these Latter Day Saints here
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To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me
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as a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist
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But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste
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We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is
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Or is he the latter - a gateway to escape?
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Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at today
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See it's easy as cake, simple as whistlin Dixie
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while I'm wavin |