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🎼 Renegade from The Blueprint 🎤 by Jay-Z

Motherfuckers,

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 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 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 why y'all swallow the truth grin and bear it

Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics

Using his music to steer it sharing his views in his marriage

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 motherfucking 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 fucking 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 lot of lint, not a cent

Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives lost on the project bench

What you hollering? 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 leftier often

My pops left me an orphan, my momma wasn't home

Could not stress to me I wasn't grown, 'specially on nights

I brought something 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 (nigga)

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

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