Renegade

[Verse 1: Royce] It's several different levels to picking up shovels and dumping you In ditches under sea level front and you can witness Let me refreshing you niggas tell you my position in this Beef! Leave you under Venice, opposition finished There it is, we invaded created a Pyramid Of a Haven of names, so blame Dre, and that ear of his So.. breathe, I'd rather reach for your neck And I never heat you for respect, unless you greet me with less I've got a skunk in my trunk, I'm lying I've got a pump in my trunk, you're dying, how many lumps niggas want? Who's ready for y'all? We ready for y'all We too incredibly raw, for any artist that said he would draw I stand firm, and it hurts to live it You open that can of worms, I hope you ready for the dirt that's with it Slap a ho, snatch a mic, being brought to y'all in black and in white (It's the new) Joe Jackson and Ike, we renegades [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 these 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 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 (HAHA) 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 Royce, he's the King Of Detroit And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass is just a [Hook] 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) [Verse 3: Royce] I determine what time it's on, I call my nigga Proof Hand him a pint of Limon and turn him loose I'm tired of you new jacks, I'm tired of niggas that's like (I'm 'bout to blow) Unless you a bitch, we don't care if you bout do that Move back, youngster, the Glock on speak Chew up your vest and turn your chest hair to taco meat The street, continuous to pit, quick to smash ya Or flash the clip, or give you the picture develop the Click clock, six shots blows through another door And it gets hot, Hip-hop Quotable tug of war Who did ya niggas beats you bitches, who made it work? That shit was.. I got harder two-way alerts Just when I thought my dog couldn't get any meaner You talk about his daughter, you probably getting the nina You talk about his momma, he won't even give ya the finger (He's crazy) Deranged, not media eaters, we renegades [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 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 motherfucking spiteful, delightful eyeful The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers hate to like you What did I do? I'm just a kid from the gutter Making this butter off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a muhfuckin' [Hook]