Eminem - Renegade Song Lyrics

About Eminem: Marshall Bruce Mathers III (born October 17, 1972), known professionally as Eminem (/ˌɛmɪˈnɛm/; often stylized as EMINƎM), is an American rapper, songwriter, record producer, record executive, and actor. He is consistently cited as one of the greatest and most influential artists of all time in any genre, with Rolling Stone ranking him 83rd on its list of the 100 Greatest Artists of All Time and labelling him the “King of Hip Hop”.

Featured Singers: Jay-Z, Eminem

Lyrics:

Motherf*ckers
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
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 f*cked 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 worth; you lose your tie and your shirt

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 will 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 motherf*cking 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 f*cking 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 joint Jigga-chk-Jigga)
And I’m the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass it’s just the

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!)

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 momma 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 and Satan a 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 easy as cake, simple as whistling Dixie
While I’m waving 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
I’m a motherf*cking spiteful, delightful eyeful
The new Ice Cube, motherf*ckers hate to like you
What did I do? (huh?) I’m just a kid from the gutter
Making this butter off these bloodsuckers, ’cause I’m a motherf*cking