The first is:
The first is:
1. Leslie Edward Pridgen (born March 24, 1977), better known by his stage name Freeway, is an American rapper. Freeway a.k.a. Philly Freeway began rapping while in high school. He later met fellow rapper Beanie Sigel, who would be signed to Roc-A-Fella and later help Freeway get a contract with the record label. Freeway became one of the label's most visible artists after making his first appearance on The Dynasty: Roc La Familia in 2000 and appearing on several other Roc releases before putting out his solo album, Philadelphia Freeway.
The album was produced primarily by Roc-A-Fella-affiliated artists--Just Blaze, Bink!, Kanye West--and featured mostly Roc-A-Fella rappers as well, many of them from State Property: a Philadelphia-based bunch of Roc members that Freeway and Beanie Sigel had compiled into a group. The album's biggest hit was What We Do, produced by Just Blaze and featuring Jay-Z & Beanie Sigel.
After relations between Beanie Sigel and State Property soured, whether he and Freeway are still friends is unclear. Though Beanie had said he didn't know if he'd work with State Property again, he was present at Jay-Z's I Declare War concert alongside Freeway.
The second is:
2. Freeway are a classic British rock covers band based in York. A five piece playing primarily twin guitar rock music from the classic rock era of the 70s and 80s.
The third is:
3. A 3-piece blues rock band from Australia
8 Miles and Runnin'
Freeway Lyrics
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It's Young, Freeway, Eight miles
Let's go
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
And my eighth album comin'
Feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs
But I could rewind the calendar, back
People said I would amount to nothin'
That I had talent for nothin'
Said I would succumb to violence
Or be silenced by a gunman
I could just hear the folks now, "He got what he had comin'"
Now that my eighth album's comin'
Everybody smilin' wantin' somethin'
Claimin' that they done somethin' for 'em
Got they Jay Z and pom-poms and they Hov uniforms
Claimin' they been runnin' and tellin' everybody like Martin Lawrence
'Bout how hot my rap performance was before I was who I was
Claimin' that they threw it up before I threw it up, you what?
Where was you before I blew this up
I didn't see you in the courtroom when everyone was suin' us
I didn't see you in all black when everybody was suitin' up
Back on the block, gettin' it in, it wasn't no you with us
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
And my eighth album comin'
Feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, free
Six miles and runnin' got my fifth strip poppin'
And my first album comin' feeding twenty growling stomachs
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
And my eighth album comin'
Feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, free
Six miles and runnin' got my fifth strip poppin'
And my first album comin', feeding twenty growling stomachs
Six miles and runnin' in the Pontiac
Six-thousand-eighty-six Trans might shift
While the engine run
Anyone, tell your honor, "Give me one more chance"
And them smokers screamin' "One more gram!"
So I'ma bring 'em one (chyeah)
Only son to my pops
Stick close to my momma, keep toasters for drama
Make Salat with my son, my son growin' and he learnin' a lot
That's with them toasters, when them burners will pop
Brain on your, um-brella nigga, tell 'em niggas
That's like a biblical scripture
Look back, turn to salt like the sinners
And most y'all heartless and self-centered
Like Meshach and Mesha
Set up your brother 'cause you jealous, nigga
Heat back (ugh), like you never left, forever rep
Cops watch every step, six miles and runnin'
Dodgin' every trap, the rap gingerbread man
Cherish every precious breath, State P, the second gat, uh
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
And my eighth album comin'
Feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, free
Six miles and runnin' got my fifth strip poppin'
And my first album comin', feeding twenty growling stomachs
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
And my eighth album comin'
Feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, free
Six miles and runnin' got my fifth strip poppin'
And my first album comin', feeding twenty growling stomachs
Back when nobody would find he had talent
Nobody would sign me, nobody believed in me
Nobody but mommy, blindly, but how could she deny me?
Me bein' the youngest runt to come up out of her tummy
She got nothin' but love for me
When niggas would one me, the industry shunned me
That's why I'm takin' all the industry's money
Revenge is sweet honey, we run this
Youngest, the illest, free is the future
Beans and Bleek is right now
We can see our eight miles, nigga
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
And my eighth album comin'
Feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, free
Six miles and runnin' got my fifth strip poppin'
And my first album comin', feeding twenty growling stomachs
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
And my eighth album comin'
Feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, free
Six miles and runnin' got my fifth strip poppin'
And my first album comin', feeding twenty growling stomachs
The lyrics in Freeway's "8 Miles and Runnin'" describe his personal journey and perseverance in the music industry. He begins by acknowledging his success, stating that he is releasing his seventh album with his eighth album in the works. He then reflects on the past and how people doubted him, claiming that he had no talent and would never amount to anything. Despite this, Freeway persevered and proved his doubters wrong.
He goes on to call out those who claim to have been a part of his success but were actually absent during his struggles. He expresses his gratitude for those who stood by him and supported him during difficult times. Freeway also reflects on his experiences growing up, discussing his relationship with his parents and the challenges he faced.
Overall, "8 Miles and Runnin'" is a message of perseverance and the importance of never giving up on one's dreams. Freeway's personal journey serves as an example of how hard work and determination can lead to success.
Line by Line Meaning
Chyeah, Renegades is back, Em the beat is sick
Renegades are back and Eminem's beats are great
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin' And my eighth album comin' Feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs
I have come a long way, with lots of new albums and feeding lots of people
But I could rewind the calendar, back Back when it was now or nothin' People said I would amount to nothin'
I remember when people thought I was going nowhere in life
Said I would succumb to violence Or be silenced by a gunman
They thought I would be a victim of violence and that would be the end of me
Now that my eighth album's comin' Everybody smilin' wantin' somethin'
Now that I am successful, everyone wants something from me
Got they Jay Z and pom-poms and they Hov uniforms Claimin' they been runnin' and tellin' everybody like Martin Lawrence
People who claim they have been supportive since the beginning now want to be associated with my success
I didn't see you in the courtroom when everyone was suin' us I didn't see you in all black when everybody was suitin' up
Those who claimed to be my supporters weren't there when I needed them the most
Six miles and runnin' in the Pontiac Six-thousand-eighty-six Trans might shift
I am reminiscing about the old times when we had to run without cars
Brain on your, um-brella nigga, tell 'em niggas That's like a biblical scripture Look back, turn to salt like the sinners
Many people don't understand the consequences of their actions
And most y'all heartless and self-centered Like Meshach and Mesha Set up your brother 'cause you jealous, nigga
Many people are selfish and envious of others around them
Cops watch every step, six miles and runnin' Dodgin' every trap, the rap gingerbread man
The police are always watching, and I have to be careful and avoid trouble
Back when nobody would find he had talent Nobody would sign me, nobody believed in me Nobody but mommy, blindly, but how could she deny me?
Nobody believed in me, except for my mother who had all the faith in me
When niggas would one me, the industry shunned me That's why I'm takin' all the industry's money Revenge is sweet honey, we run this
I am taking revenge and proving everyone wrong by making it big in the industry
Youngest, the illest, free is the future Beans and Bleek is right now
The young and talented are the future, and my companions Beans and Bleek are doing great right now
We can see our eight miles, nigga
We have come a long way from where we started
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Leslie Pridgen, Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B. Mathers III, Shawn Corey Carter
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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[Jay-Z]
Yeah, Renegades is back
Em the B the sick
It's Young, Freeway, 8 Miles, let's go
8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin'
And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs
But I can rewind the calendar back, back when it was now or nothin'
People said I would amount to nothin', that I had talent for nothin'
Said I would succumb to violence or be silenced by your gunmen
I could just hear the folks now, "He got what he had coming"
Now that my eighth album's comin' everybody's smilin'
Wantin' something, claimin' that they done something for him
Got their Jay-Z pom poms and their whole uniform
Claimin' they been runnin' and tellin' everybody like Martin Lawerence
'Bout how hot my rap performance was before I was who I was
Claimin' that they threw it up before I threw it up
You what? Where was you before I blew this up?
I didn't see you in the courtroom when everybody was suin' us
I didn't see you in all black when everybody was suitin' up
Back on the block, gettin' it in, there wasn't no you with us
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin'
And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, Free
[Freeway]
6 miles and running, got my fist strip poppin'
And my first album comin', feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs
[Jay-Z]
8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin'
And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, Free
[Freeway]
6 miles and running, got my fist strip poppin'
And my first album comin', feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs
[Freeway]
6 miles and running in the Pontiac
Six thousand eighty six, trans might shift while the engine run
Anyone tell ya rider give me one more chance
Hear them smokers screamin' "One more gram"
So I'ma bring 'em one
Homie, son, and my pop, stick close to my MOMMA
Keep toasters for DRAMA, mix a lot with my son
My son growin' and he learnin' a lot
That's when them toasters will the burners will pop, brain on ya own
Well a nigga, tell 'em niggas
That's like the biblical scripture
Look back, turn assault like the sin is in
Most of ya heartless and self-centered like "Me Shaq and me Shaq"
Set up ya brother cuz you jealous nigga
The heat back, like you never left
I ever rep, cops watch every step
Six miles and running dodgin' every trap
The rap gingerbread man, cheer us up
You precious breath, State P the second attack
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Back when nobody would found he had talent, nobody would sign me
Nobody believed in me, nobody but mommy blindly
But how can she deny me? Me being the youngest runt
To come up outta her tummy, she got nothin' but love for me
When niggas would want me, the industry shunned me
That's why I'm takin' all the industry's money
Revenge is sweet honey, we run this
Young is the illsest, Free is the future
Bean's and Bleek is right now, we can see our 8 miles nigga
[Chorus]
@vawdiesel
Geah
Renegades is back
Em, the beat is sick
It's Young
Freeway
8 Miles
Let's go!
[Verse 1: Jay Z]
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
And my eighth album comin', feeding a thousand growling stomachs
But I can rewind the calendar back, back when it was now or nothin'
People said I would amount to nothin', that I had talent for nothin'
Said I would succumb to violence or be silenced by a gunman
I could just hear the folks now: "He got what he had comin'."
Now that my eighth album's comin', everybody's smilin'
Wanting somethin', claiming that they done somethin' for him
Got their Jay Z pompoms and their Hov uniform
Claiming they been runnin' and tellin' everybody, like Martin Lawrence
'Bout how hot my rap performance was before I was who I was
Claiming that they threw it up before I threw it up—you what?
Where was you before I blew this up?
I didn't see you in the courtroom when everybody was suin' us
I didn't see you in all black when everybody was suitin' up
Back on the block, getting it in—it wasn't no you with us
[Chorus: Jay Z & Freeway]
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
And my eighth album comin', feeding a thousand growling stomachs—Free!
Six miles and runnin', got my fifth strip poppin'
And my first album comin', feeding twenty growling stomachs
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
And my eighth album comin', feeding a thousand growling stomachs—Free!
Six miles and runnin', got my fifth strip poppin'
And my first album comin', feeding twenty growling stomachs
[Verse 2: Freeway]
Six miles and runnin' in the Pontiac six thousand eighty six
Trans' might shift while the engine run
Anyone, tell your honor: "Give me one more chance"
And them smokers screaming, "One more gram!" so I'ma bring 'em one (Geah)
Only son to my pop, stick close to my mama
Keep toasters for drama, make Salat with my son
My son growin', and he learnin' a lot
That's when them toasters, when the burners will pop, brain on your, um–
'Brella, nigga, tell 'em niggas, that's like the Biblical scripture
Look back, turn to salt, like the sinners
And most of you heartless and self-centered like Meshach and Mesha
Set up your brother ‘cause you jealous, nigga
The heat back (Ugh), like you never left, I ever rep
Cops watch every step, six miles and runnin'
Dodgin' every trap, the rap gingerbread man
Cherish every precious breath, State P, the second gat
@sureshkrishnan9660
Yeah Renegades is back and the beat is sick,
Jay Z, Freeway, 8 Miles,
Let's go
8 miles and running, got my 7 album droppin',
And my 8 album coming,
Feedin' a thousand growling stomachs,
But I could rewind the counter ta back, back,
When it was now or nothing,
People said I would amount to nothing,
That I had time for nothing,
Said I wasn't from the velars
Or the sellers by your gunman,
I can see the folks now he got what he had coming,
Now that my 8th album's coming,
Everybody smiling wanting something,
Claiming that they done something for em,
Got Jay Z and pom poms in they whole uniforms,
Claiming they be running and telling everybody like Martin Lawrence,
About how hot my rap performance was before I was who I was,
Claimin' that they threw it up before I threw it up, you what
Where was you before I blew this up,
I didn't see you in the courtroom when everyone was suein' us,
I didn't see you in all black when everybody was suitin' up,
Back on the block, kickin' it in and it was no you with us
8 miles and running, got my 7 album droppin',
And my 8 album coming,
Feedin' a thousand growling stomachs, freaks
6 miles and running got my fist straight poppin',
And my first album coming feedin' 20 promises I made
6 miles and running in the Pontiac,
6 thousand 86 trans mic shift,
While the engine run,
Anyone turn around
And give me one more chance,
Let em smoke and scream em one more grams,
So I'm a bring them, homie, son and my pop,
Stick close to my momma, keep toasters for drama,
Mix a lot with my son, my son growin' and he learnin' a lot,
That's what I'm toastin', that's what I'm burin', so pop,
Right on your own, rell 'em nigga, tell 'em nigga,
Its like a biblical scripture,
Look back turn to salt like the sinners
And most y'all heartless and self-centered
Like me shaggin', me shack,
Set up your brother cause you tell us nigga,
Heat back, uh, like, you never love for never
And cops watch every step, 6 miles and running
Dodge in every trap, the rap ginger bread man,
Cherish every precious breath, stat pick a second gat
Uh
8 miles and running, got my 7 album droppin',
And my 8 album coming,
Feedin' a thousand growling stomachs, freaks
6 miles and running got my fist straight poppin',
And my first album coming feedin' 20 promises I made
Back when nobody would find me a talent,
Nobody would sign me, nobody believed in me,
Nobody but mommy blindly, but how could she deny me,
Me being the youngest friend to come up out of her,
Tell me, she got every love for me,
When niggas would worn me the industry shun me,
That's why I'm taking all the industries money,
Revenge is sweet honey, we run this,
Young is the illest, free is the future,
Beans and bleekers right now,
We can see our 8 miles nigga
@doyeonkim5081
one of the most underrated songs from this album
@chief5981
Definitely, you had to have the soundtrack to even know it existed. It go no exposure back then
@doyeonkim5081
@@chief5981 yeah i think this song plays during the credit roll. I got the album too so i knew about the song lol
@Jermo7899
That’s what I was going to say except not just on this album.
@elielfonseca4254
Jay's Second verse is a Masterpiece 🙌🙌🙌
@etrim4213
Had to be after what Free brought.
@rickeyarce9667
💯
@jamescorcoran8499
The production on this playlist is absolutely breath taking
@cypressdogsy425
Luis Resto and Em
@Yeahlome
For Real bro