| See, I’m influenced by the ghetto you ruined
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| The 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 I penetrate pop culture
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| Bring 'em a lot closer to the block where they pop toasters
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| And they live with they moms, got dropped roadsters
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| From botched robberies, niggas crouched over
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| Mami’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 you 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’ll lose your tie and your shirt
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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 will swallow the truth, grin and bear it
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| Now who’s the 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 and his merits?
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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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| Nah, nah!—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 embarrassed
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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 (Ha-ha!)
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| And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here?
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| I don’t 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-Jur-Jigga-Jih-Jigga
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| And I’m the sinister Mr. Kiss-My-Ass is just a—
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| —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!
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| Never been afraid to talk about anything
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| (Anything?) Anything! |
| (Anything)
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| 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!
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| (Never been afraid to holler about anything)
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| Anything? |
| (Anything) Anything!
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| I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles
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| Pockets filled with a lotta lint, not a cent
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| Gotta vent, lotta innocent lives lost on the project bench
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| What you hollerin'? |
| Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
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| By the bodega, iron under my coat
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| Feelin' braver, durag wrappin' my waves up, pockets full of hope
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| Do not step to me, I’m awkward, I box lefty
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| An orphan my pops left me and often my momma wasn’t home
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| Could not stress to me, I wasn’t grown
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| 'Specially on nights 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
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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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| 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 as
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| A monger of hate, satanist, 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 as easy as cake, simple as whistlin' «Dixie»
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| While I’m wavin' the pistol at sixty Christians against me
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| Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics
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| In holy water, no wonder they tried to hold me under longer
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| I’m a motherfuckin' spiteful, delightful eyeful
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| The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers hate to like you
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| What did I do? |
| (Huh?) I’m just a kid from the gutter
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| Makin' his butter off these bloodsuckers, ‘cause I’m a muh’fuckin'—
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| —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!
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| Never been afraid to talk about anything
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| (Anything?) Anything! |
| (Anything)
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| 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!
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| (Never been afraid to holler about anything)
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| Anything? |
| (Anything) Anything!
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| 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!
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| Never been afraid to talk about anything
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| (Anything?) Anything! |
| (Anything)
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| 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!
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| (Never been afraid to holler about anything)
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| Anything? |
| (Anything) Anything! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Renegade, artist - Jay-Z. Album song Curtain Call: The Hits, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп