Click to hear Eminem talk about how Jay-Z replaced Royce on this track. http://www.hiphopdx.com/index/news/id.15220/title.eminem-details-how-jay-zs-r...
(Royce)
There's several different levels of pickin' up shovels and dumpin' you,
In ditches under sea level, front and you can witness,
Let me refresh you niggas, tell you my position in this - ch-ka - Beef!
Leave you under Venice. Opposition? Finished. Here 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'll never 'heat' you for respect,
Unless you 'greet' me with less,
I got a skunk in my trunk, I'm lyin',
I got a pump in my trunk, you dyin',
How many lumps niggas 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 up that can of worms,
I hope you ready for the dirt that's with it,
Slap a hoe. Snatch her mic.
Bein' brought to y'all in black and in white! (It's the new!)
Joe Jackson and Ike.
We Renegades!
(Eminem)
Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen,
I ain't no politician, but I'll kick it wit' 'em a minute,
'Cause see, they call me a menace, and if the shoe fits, I wear it.
But if it don't, then y'all'll 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, sharin' 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 muthafuckin' drug addict. Like you didn't experiment? Na, na.
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 nuthin' to do but make you look stupid as parents,
You fuckin' 'do-gooders', too bad you couldn't 'do-good' at marriage! (Haha!)
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 sinista', 'Mista' Kiss-My-Ass' is just a,
(Chorus: Eminem and Royce)
RENEGADE!
Never been afraid to say, what's on my mind at,
Any given time of day, 'cause I'ma,
RENEGADE!
Never been afraid to talk about,
ANYTHING! (Anything?) ANYTHING!
'Cause I'ma,
RENEGADE!
Never been afraid to say, what's on my mind at,
Any given time of day, 'cause I'ma,
RENEGADE!
Never been afraid to talk about,
ANYTHING! (Anything?) ANYTHING! (Anything!)
(Royce)
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 niggas like - (I'm bout to blow!)
'Less you a bitch, we don't care if you 'bout to do that,
Move back, youngster, the glock'n speak,
Chew up your vest and turn your chest hair to taco meat!
The street, continuous depict-er, quick to smash ya',
Or, flash the clip, or give you the picture, *develop*
The click-clock, six shots, blows through another door,
And it gets hot, hip-hop, quotable tug-of-war, (Yeah!)
Who did ya' niggas beat? You bitches. Who made it work?
Dat shit was pshh!, I got harder 2-Way alerts,
Just when I thought my dawg, couldn't get any meaner,
You talk about his daughter, he probably could get you the nina,
You talk about his mama, he won't even give you the finger,
(He's crazy!) Deranged!, now media eaters,
We Renegades!
[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, 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 ladder? 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. Mothafucka's hate to like you,
What did I do? (huh?)
I'm just a kid from the gutter,
Makin' his butter off these bloodsucka's,
'Cause I'm a mafuckin',
(Chorus x2)
Why is Jay Z's part famous more then Royce Da 5'9?
TKO7347 6 months ago 13
@TKO7347 Jay-Z's version was played on the radio and was officially released on an album. This track wasn't.
CDCook1519 5 months ago 19