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    [Royce Da 5'9"]
    Yo yo, it's several different levels to pickin up shovels
    and dumpin you in ditches under sea level
    Frontin you when I'm wit this
    Let me refreshin you niggaz til you my position in this
    Beef! - Leavin you under Venice, opposition finished!
    There it is, we invaded created a Pyramid -
    of a Haven of names, so blame Dre, and that ear of his
    So {*heavy breathing*} breathe, I'd rather REACH for your neck
    And I never HEAT you for respect, unless you GREET me wit less
    I got a skunk, in my trunk
    I'm lyin, I got a pump in my trunk
    Your dyin, how many lumps niggaz want?
    Who's ready for y'all? We ready for y'all
    We too incredibly raw, for any artist that said he would draw
    I stand firm, and it hurts to live it
    You open that can of worms, I hope you ready for the dirt that's wit it
    Slap a hoe, snatch a mic!
    Bein brought to y'all in black and in white
    (IT'S the NEW!) Joe Jackson and Ike, we renegades

    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'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
    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 Royce, he's the King Of Detroit
    And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass it's just the

    [Chorus: Eminem + Royce]
    [Em] 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!
    [R9] 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)

    [Royce Da 5'9]
    I determine what time it's on, I call my nigga Proof
    Hand him a pint of Limon and turn him loose!
    I'm tired of you new jacks
    I'm tired of niggaz that's like - "I'm bout to blow!"
    Unless you a bitch, we dont care if you bout do that
    Move back, youngster, the glock on speak
    Chew up your vest and turn your chest hair to taco meat!
    The street, continuous to pit, quick to smash ya
    or flash the clip, or give you the picture (developin)
    Click clock, six shots blows through another door
    And it gets hot, Hip Hop portable tug of war
    Who did ya niggaz beats you bitches, who made it work?
    Dat shit was *phwrt!*, I got harder 2-Way alerts
    Just when I thought my dogg couldn't get any meaner
    You talk about his daughter, you probably gettin the heater
    You talk about his momma, he won't even give ya the finger
    (He's crazy!) Deranged!, not media eaters, we renegades

    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, cause I'm a muh'fuckin

    [Chorus x2]

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