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 why y'all 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 in his marriage
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 lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives lost on the project bench
What you hollering? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver
Doo-rag wrapping 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 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
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

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? (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
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!))

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!))

Overall Meaning

In "Renegade," Eminem and Jay Z deliver hard-hitting verses that touch on a variety of themes including poverty, fame, and criticism. Eminem begins by addressing his critics who label him as foolish for only rapping about materialistic goods like jewels. He asks if his listeners actually comprehend the messages in his music or simply skim through it. From here, he delves into his own background, depicting his upbringing in a ghetto that has been destroyed by the same people who criticize him. Eminem claims to have taken nothing from those who gave him nothing but has made something of himself by following his passions and giving those who relate to his music a voice. He also brings attention to the societal issues that are often ignored, like single mothers struggling to support themselves and their children, and the youth who resort to crime for survival.


Jay Z enters to provide his own unique perspective on the world. He addresses the stigma that surrounds him as a successful rapper, noting that he's often seen as a menace to society. He then touches on the inner conflict he faces between creating music that speaks to his own experiences and being conscious of the influence it has on his audience. He acknowledges that he's often hated and criticized in America due to his drug use and lyrics, but argues that this is simply a matter of interpretation. Jay Z then goes on to compare himself to Shakespeare, arguing that he creates a new form of poetry that speaks to modern-day audiences. He concludes by acknowledging the struggles he's faced as a minority from the ghetto, but ultimately celebrates his success as a renegade who's never been afraid to speak his mind.


Overall, "Renegade" is a powerful commentary on the struggles and triumphs of the rap game, and the societal issues that affect those who grow up in poverty. Eminem and Jay Z both bring their unique experiences and perspectives to the table, creating a song that speaks to the heart of the genre.


Line by Line Meaning

Motherfuckers, Say that I'm foolish I only talk about jewels (bling bling)
People call me stupid for only rapping about material possessions


Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it?
Do you actually listen to music or just hear it superficially?


See I'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined
My music is inspired by the negative impact of ghettos


That same dude you gave nothing, I made something doing
You gave me nothing but I made something of myself through my music


What I do through and through and I give you the news, with a twist it's just his ghetto point-of-view
I provide news with my own spin from my perspective as a ghetto inhabitant


The renegade, you been afraid
I am the renegade, and people are afraid of what I have to say


I bring it through the ghetto without riding 'round Hiding down ducking strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways
I navigate through the ghetto without hiding, dodging erratically-behaving youth and stray bullets


Just read a magazine that fucked up my day How you rate music that thugs with nothing relate to it?
Reading a magazine ruined my day, as they do not understand the appeal of music for those who have nothing


I help them see they way through it, not you Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes
I help these people see their way through things, but outsiders cannot understand their struggles


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
As I have the ability to connect with these kids through music, I will talk to them informally, despite not being a politician


Now who's these king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who is the king of these offensive, outrageous, yet profitable lyrics?


Using his music to steer it sharing his views in his marriage
Using his songs to direct people, sharing his perspectives in his relationship


But there's a huge interference, they're saying you shouldn't hear it
However, there is widespread objection to it and people suggest that you should not listen to it


Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Perhaps I express my hate through music, or maybe it is nourishment for the soul


But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in America As a motherfucking drug addict, like you didn't experiment?
I am a topic of constant debates and controversy in America, often falsely accused of being a drug addict


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
Afterwards, you reflect on how your actions appear to others, and it makes you ashamed, reminding you of your past mistakes


I got nothing to do but make you look stupid as parents
All I can do is make you feel foolish as a parent


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
You have no idea what I had to go through to achieve success, so keep listening to my music


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!
Here we are, with me and Jay-Z collaborating, I'm the bad guy, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass, and this is '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)
I have never been afraid to express myself and speak my mind, anytime, anywhere


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
I had to work hard, with hardly any money, and a lot of anger and frustration from seeing innocent people die in the projects


What you hollering? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver Doo-rag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope
I need to earn money to pay rent, and I do this by going to the bodega, with an iron hidden under my coat and a do-rag covering my hair, with hope in my pockets


My demeanor, thirty years my senior
I act more mature than my age


My childhood din't mean muc, only raisin green up
My upbringing did not have any value, as I had to fend for myself


Raisin my fingers to critics, raisin my head to the sky
I am defying my critics and looking up to the sky, to show my persistence and drive


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
I made it big, being a multi-millionaire before dying. It's no lie that I control my own destiny and chose the right path when given a choice


See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare Jesus Christ the King of these Latter Day Saints here
To some, I'm a poet, and even an ordinary modern-day Shakespeare. But to others, I'm a religious/political figure who is revered.


To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me As a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist
I try to break the false image of me being a hate-monger, an agent of Satan, and an apathetic atheist


We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is Or is he the latter, a gateway to escape?
We, as a society, determine if I am truly as terrible as people believe, or am I a means of escape?


Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at today See it's easy as cake, simple as whistling Dixie
I am an easy target for the media to blame, just like how easy it is to whistle a tune


While I'm waving the pistol at sixty Christians against me Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics
I am threatening Christians with a weapon, and declare war against Mormons, but reconcile with Catholics by taking a bath in holy water.


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
While bathing in holy water, they try to drown me in it for longer than necessary. I'm an unapologetically spiteful and gratifying spectacle, who inspires love-hate relationships similar to Ice Cube's.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: SHAWN C CARTER, MARSHALL B III MATHERS, LUIS RESTO

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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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