Saturday, April 18, 2009
icandy vanessa
vanessa blue: heeeey dickie
drey: what's good b!tch ?
tits n ass tits n ass tits n ass tits n ass.....
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camay...got milf?
a decent older lady (milf), let my
wu tang bredren school you...
raekwon, ghostface & cappadonna - camay
What's happenin (love was never born to say, goodbye)
what's happenin(love was never born to say, goodbye)
Yo, yeah!(Smokin?) Yeah.(just another helpless)
We gotta come smokin(fool in love is what I am)
This is it(We smoke baby) (just another helpless)
another chamber baby(fool in love is what I am)
slide y'all in
[Cappadon] You know how we do!
[Raekwon the Chef]
Yo, what's the deal Goldielocks? Ain't nothing I'm just hibernatin
love that watch pour me some Scotch and cold Courvesoir out
No doubt, have a chair Boo lets get to pollyin
Who you wit? Me and Molly and some trick from Yugoslavia
What fabric is that? It's only wool & Rayon
Lipstick crayon fly, Farenheit spray on
I'm gettin tipsy, I hope she read cocks like a gypsy
and transport bricks stealing many fifties
Fuck negociating is you wit me is you waitin
Sweet as carrot cake, fakin plus you don't eat turkey bacon
I don't get down like that, I don't get down neither
Cuban Linx skeezer, why you actin like a rap teaser
I'm like the jewelry exchange plus the Range
Nigga you small change I only fuck with figaro chains
Analyzing Miss Clairol, fendi down mascara on
Assistant manager of Paragon
[Chorus: Teddy Pendergrass]
Say goodbye...Love was never born to say,
goodbye
Love was never born...
[Cappadonna]
Socializin, vibin with my eyes on dot
She this book cover lady that be blowin up the spot
While my heart was racin, like the hands on the clock
I step live I think she see me puttin out the pot
Peace Dot, I'm so happy to see you at the rendezvous
How's life today your hands are softer than Camay too
your hairdo way more class than Halle Berry
Caught visions of me and you ridin on the ferry
Plus your daughter Kiki talk to my man Murray
I order me a Sex on the Beach with the cherry
I order her a Vermidi on ice, sounds nice
She elegant, pretty eyes, glasses, inteligent
Whispered in my ear that she's celibate
Whispered back to her ear we don't have to go there
As I grab the hand set her politely in the chair
As we stopped to stare at one another
Black sister to brother
I'm thinkin all the time how she could be my lover
[Chorus: Teddy Pendergrass]
Just another helpless
Fool in love is what I am
Love was never born to say, goodbye
Love was never born to say, goodbye
Just another helpless
Fool in love is what I...
[Ghostface Killah]
What's happenin brown sugar? Say you look so good today
Ankle bracelet wrapped around your leg
Here have a seat, complementary drinks is on me
Bartender Chevalier chateaux at table three
Luxurious rings, eyes sparkling
What's your name sugar? Juanita Cash Hawkins
Your complexion gives a reflection of
sometime a black woman just need to be loved
Quiet and shy, baby girl my gift got you high
Made you wanna hit me with the keys to that five?
Just jokin baby, I have a sharp sense of humor
Wish I woulda bumped into your frame a lot sooner
What's your physical degree, thirty one, thirty three
Half Hawaiian with a slight touch of Chinese
Seen you workin at a law firm, on Fifth Avenue
Three blocks from the Gucci spot is where I trapped you
Yo, I'm all into older women, who's happy living
Love kids and, keep all of this in the crib and
not afraid to doubt need a God on your side
We holdin hands til death do us apart and then we slide
Earring in the left side of your nose love my combo
Should have left my wiz a thousand times maybe tonight though
But you sexy mothafucka DAMN whats the recipe
You make a nigga wanna GOD DAMN
Can you cook darlin, at the stove you're revolvin
Bake macaroni, turkey wings, a nigga starvin
Here take my number let me pull the chair from under
I had fun plus your backyard speak with thunder
[Chorus: Teddy Pendergrass]
Love was never born to say, goodbye
[5x]
Just another helpless fool in love is what I am
[repeat to fade]
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best early drugdealing ballad
kool g rap - road to the riches
When I was five years old I realized there was a road
At the end I would win lots of pots of gold
Never took a break, never made a mistake
Took time to create cause there's money to make
To be a billionaire takes hard work for years
Some nights I shedded tears while I said my prayers
Been through hard times, even worked part time
In a Keyfood store sweepin floors for dimes
I was sort of a porter takin the next man's orders
Breakin my back for ?a shack for headquarters?
All my manpower for four bucks an hour
Took the time, I wrote rhymes in the shower
Shoes are scuffed cause the road gets rough
But I'ma rock it cause my pockets ain't stuffed enough
All the freaks wouldn't speak cause my checks was weak
They would turn the other cheek so I started to seek
A way to get a play, and maybe one day
I'll be performin up a storm for a decent pay
No matter how it seems I always kept the dream
All the girlies scream and suckas get creamed
Dreamed about it for five years straight
Finally I got a break and cut my first plate
The road ain't yellow and there ain't no witches
My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches
I used to stand on the block sellin cooked up rock
Money bustin out my sock cause I really would clock
They were for kind of fiends bringin jackets and jeans
Magazines, anything, just to hustle for beans
The cash was comin fast, money grew like grass
People hungry for the blast that don't even last
Didn't want to be involved but the money will getcha
Gettin richer and richer, the police took my picture
But I still supplied, some people I knew died
Murders and homicides for bottles of suicide
Money, jewelry, livin like a star
And I wasn't too far from a Jaguar car
In a small-time casino, the town's Al Pacino
For all of the girls, the pretty boy Valentino
I shot up stores and I kicked down doors
Collected scars from little neighborhood wars
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
And if provoked I let the pistol smoke
Loyal members in a crew now down with the game
Sellin nickels and dimes, sunshine or rain
What I had was bad from my shoes to my pad
And the first time in my life loanin money to dad
Now the table's turned and my lifestyle switches
My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches
A thug who mugs for drugs, he eventually bugs
Lookin for crack on carpets to rugs
The squealer tells but the dealer still sells
Little spoiled kids inherited oil wells
I was the type on the opposite side
Of smokin the pipe, in a beef I got hype
Cause rags to riches switches men to witches
Become stitches, body bags in ditches
Bloodshed, I painted the town red
People fled as I put a dread's head to bed
That mean's dead, in other words deceased
Face got erased, bullets got released
Bombs were planted, the kids were kidnapped
In fact that was a way to get back At
enemies who tried to clock G'sOn my block,
now they forever knock Z's
Plans of rampages went for ages
Some got knocked and locked inside cages
Some bit the dust for crumbs and crusts
In God We Trust, now rots to rust
Bust caps at cops, policeman drops
blew off his top when the pistol went pop
Troopers, soldiers, rollin like boulders
Eyes of hate and their hearts get colder
Some young male put in jail
His lawyer so good his bail was on sale
Lookin at the hourglass, how long can this power last?
Longer than my song but he already fell
He likes to eat hearty, party Be like John Gotti,
and drive a Maserati
Rough in the ghetto, but in jail he's Jello
Mellow, yellow fellow, tell or hell, hello
One court date can turn an outlaw to an inmate
But just ?stay?, ship him upstate by the Great Lakes
And had him wait and wait and wait
Til he breaks, that's all it takes
So he fakes to be a man, but he can't stand
On his own two feet because now he's in a new land
Rules are different and so is life
When you think with a shank and talk with a knife
Not my lifestyle so I made a U-turn
More money I earn, more money to burn
Pushin all buttons, pullin all switches
My name is G. Rap, I'm on the road to the riches
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wtf???
(drunk driving, lose your family,
lose your job, can't walk straight, cant get
your made-up story straight,life ruining, random
violence inducing, innocent child crossing the street
is 100% legal.
nobody, deep thinking,
peace love & harmony inducing
natural plant)
sha's what if?
nice with the mic for those unfamiliar with dude. he released a street
album/mixtape every month in 2008. here's what he has to say:
“I am not a rapper!” You may have heard this phrase from some of your favorite emcees over the years. Some of them want you to view them as hustlers or criminals that just happen to magically be good at putting words together. Others just can't rap too well and don't want you to judge them harshly. Either way, with all the issues concerning Rick Ross's past and the whispers I hear about one guy going to college for nursing or another guy getting knocked out, I've decided to compile a tough rapper taboo list. Maybe that's not an accurate title but if you're a thug emcee on the rise then these are the top things you want to avoid being labeled or things you simply want to stay away from until you reach that level of success where it doesn't matter.
10. A Job Having a job is not the worst thing in the world which is why it’s low on the list. However, it depends on what you do as an occupation and what you spit on the mic. If you kill people and flip weight in your songs but you take orders and flip burgers at work that's not going to add up. If you talk about life and times in your rhymes and you're at Verizon or UPS then no one's going to crucify you. You can always say your 9 to 5 is a front while you hit the highway on the weekends "pushing them keys" or whatever the popular term is. But if you know that's not your thing and your co-workers are going to hear your raps and say "Howard! I didn't know you sold drugs." It’s going to mess you up in the streets. It may be strenuous to work and keep it on the low while pursuing a rap career so my suggestion is throw the gig into the music. If getting up early every morning puts rims on your ride, Pradas on your feet and funds your mixtapes then you're a step ahead of that guy selling his CDs on the corner that can't buy a bottle at the club so it ain't all bad.
9. Not doing crime I'm not saying go out and do crime but at some point you need some friends that can at least say you did some type of dirt. And I'm not sure what kind of criminal act you should get into that won't land you in a penitentiary or get you killed. But this is the thug rap guy price you have to pay. Shooting someone after your career has begun is a little late but if you weren't a bad ass before the booth then you have to get into trouble without it looking too deliberate. Think who you can stab up or who has a good weed connect or maybe find some goonish cohorts to associate with so people can say "they be wildin'" instead of "he be wildin'." The challenging part of this is promoting it. Getting a few bullets in you was the best way years ago but even that marketing plan is old now. Facebook and Twitter are the new age word spreaders. Just imagine switching your status to "got dem thangs for 18.5" or "just made it back from one of those trips, cops ain't catch me, thank God." Or keep it simple "sellin' crack right now!"
8. Not getting caught Prison is no joke. Any artist that's been thru the system is more focused on not returning than glorifying it. If you sincerely believe that jail is somewhere you can build a rep, secure street credibility or add to your thug résumé then you need to put the mic down, stop reading this and visit someone in a correctional facility. That's all I have to say about that...back to the sarcasm.
7. Higher education If you have some type of bachelors, masters, PhD, high school diploma, world record SAT score or even a GED then you better cover your tracks. People will find your report card, scan it and tell the world about your academic accolades. I know you weren't thinking about your future hardcore rap dreams when you were studying and getting those A’s or when you even decided to show up to class on time but its too late now. We know educated rebels seem cool in a sense but the mystery about how a “gansta” obtains his knowledge is the intriguing part. Science awards, dean's list honors, or just finishing school period are all blemishes on your record. Of course there are exceptions to the rules but dropping out of high school is the perfect peak for an education level when you're a tough killer. Any pictures with that silly graduation cap or proof that you took it further and got degrees is bad news. Although in the case of a John Forté, who I remember as a smart kid, he didn't publicize his illegal life much and then actually served time for it. But never mind that, you can’t erase the past but be aware that brainiacs and bullets don’t match in the rap game.
6. FAMILY MAN Everyone has parents and grandparents and all that. But exposing the fact that you have one woman or a wife can be touchy. The husband image doesn't always match a gangsta but you can work the angle if it’s done carefully. The people want to believe that you can have any girl you want at any time. They want to think that you will not only shoot anyone but that there’s no way to hurt you other than coming right at you. Having kids is kind of ok because that shows a little bit of a human side but don't go overboard and do songs about them. Unless of course they're tough guys too. Throw them into your rap beef, let them hold weapons in videos and put them on a song or 2. If you're going to have seeds then they might as well be promotional tools. Get the world to know them on a first name basis like Eminem's wife and kid if you're going to have a family. If you're not going to do that then get rid of them, they’re dead weight.
(peep sha's blog for the rest)
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dick "chuck norris" jonsun
drey once hung a stray(well...not really stray) dog from his
outside pull-up bar.
drey will burn fire & fuck chuck norris the fuck up.
drey once threw a cat at someone who said something reeeally stoopit.
drey will outspit the tabacco-chewing, confederate flag waving,
everyday overalls-wearing, anybody thats not white hating, incest-
bred hillbilly with the iq of the beer can he just crushed against his
forehead.
drey dosen't give a flying 747 fuck about underage
drinking or teen smoking.
drey once initiated a drug war in a foreign country(he'd been livin for
less than 2 years) over a few grams...."fuck dat"
drey has seen more behavior specialists than you.
drey has had more psychological evaluations than you.
drey has had more court appearances than you.
drey has even slashed others by mistake...damn.
drey's favorite & most successful come-on line is "whats up yo?".
drey never sold drugs; he just traded it for money.
drey never had a favorite sports team.
drey thinks women should (by law) "give it up" after a coupla drinks.
drey will knock off disrespectful law enforcement in a heartbeat...fuck 'em.
drey will stab you up.
drey will punch anybody in the face...anybody.
drey dosent have sex with female companions; he
consentually rapes them.
drey's definition of nigga is male.
drey's definition of bitch is female.
drey read many, many, many books.
drey's thoughts include undiscovered methods of torture.
when drey was 15 yrs young, swaggy nicknamed
him "slasher"...figure it out.
drey loves revenge more than many.
drey has lost less than 10 one on one fights.
drey will rob, assault, scam & terrorize new inmates.
drey will befriend a correctional officer for financial gain.
drey was named best dressed in high school.
drey is founder of dck's prostitute management.
security gets tense when drey arrives because the place
is no longer secure.
drey & his codefendant richie once pulled stick-ups with a fake 9mm
while wearing huge werewolf masks on july 4th.
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Thursday, April 16, 2009
murder, rape & revenge...3 sides to a story
him [no homo (nh)] for a good while now. on this song from
his acclaimed mood muzik series, he spins a tale of murder,
revenge & rape...would've made a hell of a movie.
the scott storch produced track only intensifies joey's
graphic portrait of "average" family shituations
in jersey city, new jersey...
[Joey as Derrick]
My name's Derrick, I'm from Queens right there on Merrick
Raised of honesty, loyalty, good merits
Got a lil sister and my pops just perished
And I just came home so my freedom I really cherish
Young when they bagged me, seven in the can is torture
And I just did that for manslaughter
Odds was against me, murder in the second degree
Made it less cuz I gave 'em a plea
That's the past, now a dude home tryna clean up his past
But all niggaz know me for is the past
And my minds always thinking how to pocket some cash
They know if something ever sparked it'll cock it and blast
Now I'm tryna live straight and get my act together
But my moms struggling, she putting scraps together
Long time ago, when I wasn't home she was cleaning my room
Cried when she found a gat in the dresser
Said no child of hers woulda had that, never!!!
But with all the dirt I was doing
I felt like I had to protect her, I had to protect us
Stead of me sellin crack forever
She rather be in a Shoprite getting bags together
Passing endeavors, wont allow me to get work
Forced me to get work
On apps they ask if you ever been to jail,
like if I say yes you'll hire me
NIGGA DON'T LIE TO ME!!!
I gotta lil sister that's nine
Plus moms is chillin, wit some new dude I think she feeling
But he don't help with the bills and I'm back on the strip
So we don't go broke, I'm back to this hammer that I hafta tote
Stash ya know, I'm killin em, only nigga on the Ave. with coke
Only man in the house, I gotta bring in cash
And those two chicks a month that mom get don't last
Lil Sally still young she developing fast
Oh, you thinking the same thing, it's a hell of a task
Then it clicked me, plainclothes cops came to get me
But knew that I had mine on threaten to hit me
And they moved swiftly, said they had a warrant
They knew about it all they said they had an informant
I'm back in this caged up cell
With the apes in jail, now I'm back in this eight by twelve
See I tried to live right
But society ain't made for niggaz to live right
Mommy just write
Mommy make sure Sally keep her shit tight
And I'll be home real soon, don't cry, it's aiight
[Chorus]
I know it might seem like it's all good
But this is what it's like in the hood
I rep my set like you should
But this is what it's like in the hood
[repeat]
[Joey as Sally]
My names Sally, and I'm from Queens I'm not happy
Dad passed away, moms remarried
I gotta big bro, but he's in jail
Moms said for some things that he used to sell
And I'm always with step-dad, his names Beau
And theres some things about him that my mom don't know
And he says if I tell that it won't be pretty
And I'm really scared of em, he's already hit me
He touches me places I don't like it
And I ain't talking bout a hug or goodbye kiss
I mean touch me places that's private
And he don't just touch he put suomething inside it
He says the more he does that, I'll start to like it
Hand over my mouth so I'm quiet
Moms only with him cuz our money is low
I'm sixteen but I'm shaped like a twenty year old
And my moms in love so she makes excuses
But she looks at me and sees scrapes and bruises
Why step daddy gotta take me thru this
Help, somebody, I'm getting raped I can't do this
Nobody understands I'm weary
Get goosebumps anytime a man come near me
Know how it feel to have a man use you for a cushion
All the while moaning and pushin
You try to push him, he's getting bothered
You yell and you scream but he starts going harder
Trust me, it's summin you don't wanna be a part of
Cuz even when it's over, your life, it'll scar ya
Visit my bro, he can tell I'm sad
Staring hard at my stomach he can tell I'm fat
He can tell I'm mad
But step daddy touched me, fucked me,
you think that I can tell him that?
Beau called the cops on him, could I tell him that?
Yep, thought you'd agree so I keep it all to me
Baby on the way, and I'm not working
And I know it's his cause I used to be a virgin
Derrick says he'll handle it, wipe my tears
He don't know, this is what it's like for years
And it falls on deaf ears
Damn mommy please come home, please mommy don't leave us alone
Some secrets are hard to keep
Some secrets make it hard to sleep
And sleep is the only time I feel safe
Still the act haunts me, and I know I'ma wake up with step daddy on me…
[Chorus]
I know it might seem like it's all good
But this is what it's like in the hood
I rep my set like you should
But this is what it's like in the hood
[repeat]
[Joey as Beau]
My names Beau, gotta chick named Pam that I live with
But she's always in church, real religious
I had a son he was young he was gifted
Til a nigga killed him a week before Christmas
Three shots close range with a handgun
I knew before I met Pam that it was Pam's son
I knew when I pulled the Mill out harder
And went on a manhunt just to kill they father
Derrick and my boy had a mutual friend
That put me on doing what I gotta do for revenge
Derrick's coming home now, and he's gonna get it
And I know he'll be lookin for me with a biscuit
Not hard to find, got them teks in handy, and
I'm in his house having sex with his family
I got his mom on the bed and the canopy
And I'm with his sister molesting her candy
Now he know it all
His friend probably told him, and you can't hide nothing in a hood so small
But then it came Sunday, Beau ain't have to work
Just humped on Sally, Pam's in church
Derrick bust in, Beau just froze
White shit on his nose, Sally getting her clothes
Screams, "Get ready for your funeral Beau"
And then he reach to his hip and let a few of 'em go
Cause he's packin but Sally starts gaspin
Holdin her stomach, I guess she started having contractions
Beau grabbed his, now they both got heat
Just gunnin, both ignoring the seed that's coming
Now Sally's in the crossfire, screams out stop
Holes in the wall, now the scenes getting hot
Next 30 seconds on the scene is the cops
Yellow tape up, now the scenes getting blocked
Barricades up, yep, you already know y'all
Ambulance there, streets full of patrol cars
Cops on the mega phone, "Come down now"
But it all calmed down somehow
Beau comes out, hands showing, carrying his arms
Derrick comes down, little Sally in his arms
Yep, nuttin to say, she was hit by a stray
Nope! Shots done ricochet, cops take him away
And now some niggaz miss em
But it wasn't the guns that killed Sally,
Nah it was the dumb niggaz wit em
When we gonna learn to treat our people sacred
There's some type of way kid, we're all related
When we gonna grow and get rid of the hatred
Cuz this shit happens on a regular basis,
This shit happens on a regular basis
This type of shit happens everyday kid
[Chorus]
I know it might seem like it's all good
But this is what it's like in the hood
I rep my set like you should
But this is what it's like in the hood
[repeat]
joe budden - 3 sides to a story
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top 5...alive!
who's in your top 5!!! drey can't figure out why
you feel pressured to mention the dead when answering
this neverending question. young cats today were only
around 8,9,10 years old when pac & big were doing their
thing thing. that in itself makes it safe to assume pac & big
have spots in the top 5 template. you wanna say they give
the expected response because, well...its expected. lets all
dead that now. "nas, jay..wayne" its all good, no hate here
let cats rest in piece or whatever & give the current spitters
their just due. hip hop aint dead...just our bitch-assed
radio station programmers. r.i.p. programmers...die in pain
(in fake brit accent)... bloody wankers!
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
dance with the devil
cuban/honduran im tech. ironically, this story also
deals with rape...and the d-evil...
I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
projects
Sunday, April 12, 2009
icandy ava
ava devine: heeeey dickie
drey: what's good b!tch?
drey was talkin ava with al (december's cold winter).
both decided she was too damn nasty 4 porn.
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murdered you on your own shit?
no posts for the past 2 days cuz the kid effed up this blog's html.
deleted changes & now its baaaaaack.
ok, ok, the kid is takin it back to '03 with this one...
"who won?" or rather "who murdered who?"
now, ay'body knows da kid is a huge fan of both. just to be clear,
ido(in drey's opinion) nobody got murdered. both are notorious
for outshining whoever on whatever record. at the time, jay was sparring
with nas & on "takeover" jay spat:
"fell from top 10 to not mentioned at all
till your bodyguard's (horse) "oochie
wally" verse was better than yours"
[both true ido]
it's called divide & conquer.
nas spat back on "ether"with:
"you no mustache-havin with whiskers like a rat
compared to beans you wack"
[ido: true & nah]
shiiit...back in the hard knock life era, hov had similar spit
for mase on "it's like that"when he got outta line:
"...check your own videos, you'll always be #2"now, on ether nas spat the infamous:
(referring to puff p piff diddy daddy doody or whatever da fuck)
"eminem murdered you on your own
shit..."
that phrase (along w/ ether) took on a life of its own & everybody & their
mamas "agreed". ido, fans were growing tired of hov's reign & the underdog
basically dug in his ass [no homo]. sometimes drey chooses jay, other times
em, at times draw...wahddauthink?
[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 nothin', I made somethin doin'
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 niggaz 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 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 nothin 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
[Eminem]
Since I'm in a position to kick it 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
Usin' his music to steer it, sharin his views and his merits
But there's a huge interference - they're sayin you shouldn't hear it
now, 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 motherfuckin 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 embarrased
And I got nothin' to do but make you look stupid as parents
You fuckin do-gooders - too bad you couldn't do good at 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
Cause here we go - he's {*Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga*}
And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass it's just the
[Chorus: Eminem + Jay-Z]
[Em] RENEGADE! Never been afraid to say
what's on my mind at, any given time of day
Cause I'm a RENEGAAADE! Never been afraid to talk
about anything (ANYTHING) anything
[Jay] Never been afraid to say
what's on my mind at, any given time of day
Cause I'm a {RENEGAAADE} Never been afraid to holler
about anything {anything?} Anything {ANYTHING!}
[Jay-Z]
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
Whatchu hollerin'? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, feelin braver
Doo-rag wrappin 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 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 (nigga)
No lie, just know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight
[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 whistlin Dixie
while I'm wavin 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 motherfuckin spiteful, DELIGHTFUL eyeful
The new Ice Cube - motherfuckers HATE to like you
What did I do? (huh?) I'm just a kid from the gutter
makin this butter off these bloodsuckers,
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
em gave the renegade track to jay free (em had just started producing
tracks) under the condition that he be featured on it. according to the www,
em recorded that joint with royce (b4 their fallout) a while before jay got it.
therefore ido, it should've been eminem feat. jay-z & not vice-versa.
now jay has a nasty habit of claiming tracks he was originally a guest on.
see: swagger like us[t.i.], 1-900-hustler[freeway], can i get a[ja rule], aint no
nigga[jazz-o] & probably countless other trax we dont know about yet.
no hate, just setting stories str8.
[will post original renegade later]
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jayminem - renegade
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