[Jay-Z] Motherfuckers, say that I'm foolish I only talk about jews (bling bling) Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it See IХm influenced by the ghetto you ruined The same dude you gave nothing', I made something doin' What I do through and through, I give you the news With a twist it's just his ghetto point of view The renagade you been afraid I penetrate pop culture bring them a lot closer to the block Where they, pop toasters and they live with their moms Got drop roasters from botch robberies, niggas crouched over Mami's knocked up cuz she wasn't watched over Knocked down, by some clown when child support knocked "No, he's not around", now how that sound till you jot it down I bring it through the ghetto without ridin' 'round Hidin' down, duckin 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 step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes But everything you worth you lose you tie and your shirt
[Eminem] Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen I ain't no politician, but I kick it with them one minute Cuz see they call me a menace, and if the shoe fits I wear it But if it don't then y'all just swallow the truth, grin and bear it Now who is the king of these rude, ludacris, lucrative lyrics? Who can inherit the title? But the youth in hysterics Usin' his music to steer it, sharin' his views and his merits But there's a huge interference, they sayin' you shouldn't hear it Maybe it's hatred I spew? Maybe it's food for the sprit? Maybe it's beautiful music, I made for you to cherish But I debated, disputed, hated and viewed in America It's a motherfuckin' drug attic, like you didn't experiment Now na na, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror And see yourself as a kid again and you get embarrassed Then I got nothin' to do, but make you look stupid as parents You fuckin' do-gooders, too bad you couldnХt do good in marriage (ha-ha) 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 Cuz here we go, these [scratches], now it the +Mister Mister kiss my ass+ It's just a...
[Eminem] Renagade - never been afraid to say what's my mind At any time of day cuz I'm a renagade Never been afraid to talk about anything (anything?) ANYTHING (anything)
[Jay-Z] Renagade - never been afraid to say what's my mind At any time of day cuz I'm a renagade Never been afraid to holla about anything (anything?) ANYTHING (anything)
[Jay-Z] I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles Pockets filled with a lot of lent, not a cent, got a vent A lot of innocent lives lost on the project bench What you hollerlin'? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in ???, iron under my coat, feelin' braver Doo-rag wrapping' my waves of pockets full of hope Do not step to me, I'm awkward, I box lefty And often my pops left me and often my momma was not home Could not stress to me I wasn't grown' Especially 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
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