Renegade
Eminem Lyrics


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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 y'all will swallow the truth grin and bear it
Now who's the 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
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 lotta lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lotta innocent lives lost on the project bench
What you hollerin'? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat
Feelin' braver, durag wrappin' my waves up, pockets full of hope
Do not step to me, I'm awkward, I box lefty
An orphan, my pops left me
And often, my mama 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
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 as 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? (huh?) I'm just a kid from the gutter
Making this butter off these bloodsuckers, 'cause I'm a motherfucking

Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at, any given time of day (oh)
'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 (oh)
'Cause I'm a renegade, never been afraid to holler
About anything (anything?) anything (anything)

Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at, any given time of day (oh)
'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 (oh)




'Cause I'm a renegade, never been afraid to holler
About anything (anything?) anything (anything)

Overall Meaning

In Eminem's song, "Renegade," the rapper discusses his take on the music industry and how he blends into the pop culture, bringing people closer to the place he originated from. He criticizes the music that is being made and the people that make it, while highlighting the struggles that the ghetto and black communities regularly face. Eminem contrasts his view of the world with the expectation set by the norm, expressing himself as a renegade. He further talks about the experiences in his life that led to his success and how he perceived religion, considering himself a spiteful, delightful eyeful. The song is a showcase of Eminem's lyrical skills and his perspective on life and society.


Line by Line Meaning

Motherfuckers
People who criticize me


Say that I'm foolish I only talk about jewels (bling bling)
They claim I only rap about material possessions


Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it?
Do you actually pay attention to the lyrics or just glance over them?


See I'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined
The struggles and hardships of the ghetto have shaped my perspective


That same dude you gave nothing, I made something doing
Even though you didn't support me, I achieved success


What I do through and through and
I remain true to myself and my craft


I give you the news, with a twist it's just his ghetto point-of-view
I present the realities of the streets from my unique perspective


The renegade, you been afraid
My rebellious nature intimidates those in power


I penetrate pop culture, bring 'em a lot closer to the block where they
I bring mainstream attention to the struggles of the streets


Pop toasters, and they live with they moms
They carry guns and still rely on their mothers


Got dropped roasters, from botched robberies, niggas crotched over
They were caught in failed robberies and now live in fear


Mommy's knocked up 'cause she wasn't watched over
Young girls became pregnant due to lack of guidance


Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked
They were abandoned by their child's father


No he's not around, now how that sound to ya, jot it down
He's absent from their lives and it's a painful truth


I bring it through the ghetto without riding 'round
I expose the realities of the streets without physically being there


Hiding down, ducking strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways
I evade bullets from young people trapped in destructive mindsets


Just read a magazine that fucked up my day
I read an article that disturbed me


How you rate music that thugs with nothing relate to it?
How can you judge music that resonates with the struggles of the downtrodden?


I help them see they way through it, not you
I provide guidance and understanding, unlike you


Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes
You can't understand my experiences and challenges


Bet everything you worth, you lose your tie and your shirt
If you were to truly understand, it would shatter your whole existence


Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
As an influential figure, I have a responsibility to connect with youth


I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute
I may not be a politician, but I'll engage with them for a while


'Cause see they call me a menace, and if the shoe fits I'll wear it
They label me as a troublemaker, and I'll accept that label if it applies


But if it don't, then y'all will swallow the truth grin and bear it
If the label is unjust, you'll have to accept the truth and face it


Now who's the king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics?
Who's the dominant force in controversial and profitable rap?


Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
Who deserves to take on the role and captivate the younger generation


Using his music to steer it, sharing his views and his merits?
Using his artistry to shape and influence, expressing his perspectives


But there's a huge interference, they're saying you shouldn't hear it
There's a significant obstacle as they try to silence and censor me


Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Perhaps my lyrics contain hate, or perhaps they provide nourishment for the soul


Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
Maybe it's my art that I've created for you to appreciate


But I'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in America
I'm constantly discussed, argued over, hated, and seen as controversial in America


As a motherfucking drug addict, like you didn't experiment?
People portray me as a drug addict, ignoring their own experimentation


Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
That's when you should reflect on your own actions and behaviors


And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed
Realize your own mistakes and feel ashamed


And I got nothing to do but make you look stupid as parents
My only recourse is to expose your incompetence as parents


You fucking do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage
You self-righteous people couldn't even succeed in your own marriages


And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here?
Do you even understand the sacrifices I made to achieve success?


I don't think you do, so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
I doubt you comprehend, so continue to listen closely


'Cause here we go, he's (Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga)
Here comes the next verse (referring to Jay-Z)


And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass it's just the
And I'm the cunning and defiant one, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass, that's just how it is


I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles
I had to work hard and face adversity and poverty


Pockets filled with a lotta lint, not a cent
My pockets were empty, no money to my name


Gotta vent, lotta innocent lives lost on the project bench
I need to express my frustrations, so many innocent lives lost in the neighborhood


What you hollerin'? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
What are you complaining about? I have bills to pay, I need to earn money


By the bodega, iron under my coat
I carry a gun concealed under my jacket near the convenience store


Feelin' braver, durag wrappin' my waves up, pockets full of hope
Feeling courageous, wearing a durag to maintain my hairstyles, hoping for a better future


Do not step to me, I'm awkward, I box lefty
Don't confront me, I'm unconventional and fight with my left hand


An orphan, my pops left me
I grew up without a father, abandoned by mine


And often, my mama wasn't home
Frequently, my mother was absent from home


Could not stress to me, I wasn't grown
She couldn't emphasize enough that I was still a child


'Specially on nights I brought somethin' home
Especially on nights when I brought home stolen goods or trouble


To quiet the stomach rumblings
To alleviate the hunger pangs


My demeanor, thirty years my senior
My attitude was mature beyond my age


My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin' green up
My early years didn't hold much value, just focused on making money


Raisin' my fingers to critics
I show defiance and defiance to those who criticize me


Raisin' my head to the sky, Big, I did it, multi before I die
I boast about my achievements, reaching a high level of success while honoring the late rapper Biggie Smalls


No lie, just know I chose my own fate
I want you to know that I made my own decisions and shaped my own destiny


I drove by the fork in the road and went straight
I faced a critical decision and chose the direct path


See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare
Some see me as a poet, a contemporary version of Shakespeare


Jesus Christ the King of these Latter Day Saints here
I'm compared to Jesus, the ruler of the current generation


To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me
To disrupt the representation of me that they've created


As a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist
Portrayed as a promoter of hate and Satan, a confused atheist


But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste
But that's not true, it's subjective and a matter of personal preference


We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is
It's up to the listeners to determine if Eminem is truly as terrible as portrayed


Or is he the latter, a gateway to escape?
Or is he the opposite, a way for people to find solace and freedom?


Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at today
The media uses me as a convenient target to direct their anger towards


See it's as easy as cake, simple as whistling Dixie
It's incredibly easy and straightforward


While I'm waving the pistol at sixty Christians against me
While I'm challenging and provoking sixty religious individuals


Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics
Engaging in conflict with Mormons and attempting to immerse myself in Catholic rituals to provoke reaction


In holy water, no wonder they try to hold me under longer
Using the sacred symbolism of holy water to understand why they aim to suppress me further


I'm a motherfucking spiteful, delightful eyeful
I'm full of anger and resentment, yet captivating and attractive


The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers hate to like you
I'm comparable to Ice Cube, and people hate the fact that they enjoy my music


What did I do? (huh?) I'm just a kid from the gutter
What did I do to deserve this criticism? I'm just someone who came from poverty


Making this butter off these bloodsuckers, 'cause I'm a motherfucking
Earning money from these leeches and parasites, because I'm a badass




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers, Shawn Carter

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Honour


on The Real Slim Shady

May I have your attention, please?
May I have your attention, please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here

Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just burst in the door
And started whoopin' her ass worse than before
They first were divorced, throwing' her over furniture (ah)
It's the return of the "ah, wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbing' his you-know-what
Flippin' the you-know-who"
"Yeah, but he's so cute though"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse than what s going' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got the Discovery Channel, don't they?
We ain't nothin' but mammals, well, some of us, cannibals
Who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well, I do, so fuck him and fuck you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
Little bitch put me on blast on MTV
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee"
I should download her audio on MP3
And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD (ah)
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me
Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next best thing, but not quite me

'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

I'm like a headtrip to listen to, 'cause I'm only giving' you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your living' room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y'all
And I don't gotta be false or sugarcoat it at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it
Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder, "how can
Kids eat up these albums like Valiums?"
It's funny, 'cause at the rate I'm going, when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
Pinching nurses asses when I'm jacking off with Jergens
And I'm jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurking
He could be working at Burger King, spitting' on your onion rings
Or in the parking lot, circling, screaming, "I don't give a fuck"
With his windows down and his system up
So will the real Shady please stand up
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Ha ha, I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up

Noah


on Remember Me?

Remember me? S executions
Remember me? I have no remorse
Remember me? I'm high-powered
Remember me? I drop bombs like Hiroshima

For this one, they scream "X, you retarded?!"
'Cause I grab the mic and get down like syndrome
Hide and roam into the masses
Without boundaries, which qualifies me
For the term "universal" without no rehearsal
I leak words that's controversial
Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch
That got banned from TV, heavyweight getup
Hit you, watch your whole head split up
Loco is the motion, we comin' through
Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw

Remember me? Throw your guns in the air
Remember me? Slam, slam
Remember me? Nigga, back the fuck up
Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx

Niggas that take no for an answer get told no
Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like "No! No! No!"
Life a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This vet is ahead of the shit, it's all redder, you deader and deader
A medic instead of the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta with metal Beretta from ghetto to ghetto
Evidence, nope, never leave a shred of
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total
Want beef, nigga? Pfft, you better dead that shit
My name should be Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit
Probably sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself
Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor
So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two
What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters
'Til the cops cuff us, gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? I just don't give a fuck
Remember me? Yeah, fuck you too
Remember me? I'm low down and I'm shifty
Remember me? I'm Shady

When I go out, I'ma go out shootin'
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my fuckin' image
So I promised the fuckin' critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?)
Came home and somebody must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16s and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?!
Fuck that! Pfft, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
(What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?)

Don't you remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me? (Slim Shady!)

28Rivals


on Lose Yourself

@elchihuahua420 Damn bro, stay strong "You only get one shot don't miss your chance to blow." Don't let them bring you down in life and keep pushing

Noah


on Till ICollapse

Not Afraid

hope


on The Real Slim Shady

hi

eminem


on Crazy In Love

great song

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

awesome

serenity noble


on The Real Slim Shady

awesome

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

i love it
#eminemfan

Mind Space Apocalypse


on ShadyXV

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