[bad word] Say that I'm foolish, I only talk about Jews
Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it
See I'm influenced by the ghetto [bad word] The same dude you gave nothing, I made something' doing
What I do through and through and, I give you the news
With a twist of 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 drop roasters
From botch robberies, niggaz crotched over
Mommy's knocked up cuz she wasn't watched over
Knocked down by some clown, will child support knock
No he's not around, now how that sound til you jot it down
I bring you through the ghetto without riding round
Hiding down, duck in' strings from [bad word] youths stuck in they ways
Just read a magazine and [bad word] up my day
How you rate music that thugs but nothing' but relate to it
I helped them see they way through it, not you
Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes
Bet everything you're worth, you lose your tie and your shirt

Since I'm in the position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but I kick it wit em a minute
Cuz see they call me a menace and if the shoe fits I wear it
But if it don't then y'all will swallow the [bad word]  grin and bear it
Now who's the king of [bad word] ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title with the youth and the spirits
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 [bad word]  [bad word] addict, like you didn't experiment
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 nothin' to do but make you look stupid as parents
You [bad word] do-goobers 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
Cuz here we go, these *gibberish*, and I'm the sinister, Mr. kiss my [bad word] is just a...
 [bad word] 

Renegade
Never been afraid to say what's on my mind at any given time of day
Cuz 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
Cuz I'm a (renegade),
Never been afraid to holler about anything, (anything,) anything, (anything!)

I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashes knuckles
Pockets filled with allotter led, not a zed, gotta vent
Lotta innocent lives lost on the project bench
What's you hollering, gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
by the bodega, hiding' under my coat, feeling' braver
Do rag rapped in my waves uh, pockets full of hope
Do not step to me, I'm award, I box lefty
I offed him, my pops left me and often my momma wasn't home
Could not stress to me, I wasn't grown
Especially on nights I brought something' home to quiet the [bad word] 
My demeanor, 30 years my senior
My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin' greener
Raisin' my fingers to critics, raisin' my hat to the sky
BIG I did it, ? before I die,  [bad word]  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 martyr of hate