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letra de renegade - t.j. stuber

[verse 1]
i been a renegade ever since i entered the game
at the tender age of 16 back in 11th grade
i tried to change my fate but i guess i’m a second too late
that’s why i’m bending these bars attempting to escape this cage
i’m in a rage man i’m so god d-mned angry
so convict me of verbal murder and just hang me
in the center of town for the events at amityville
prolong it man i ain’t finish k!lling your family still
eat these rapper’s careers till i’m smiling like a happy meal
and end their lives before they start like the morning after pill
have you murdered like keef did jojo for a half a mil
500 thou man you really think that they worth it?
nah man but whack rappers getting 86ed i think they deserve it
talking sh-t on facebook but they won’t face me in person
state of the game got pac and big turning in graves
but i told you motherf-ckers i’m just a renegade

[hook]
well if i say that i never play would you even hear it
i slay lyrics everyday looking in the mirror
at a dude who never gave a f-ck about the rules
and i don’t give a f-ck about the sh-t i’m about to lose
being stared at by my parents while i’m on the news
hide from all my troubles when i get up in the booth
cuz i’m a chicken sh-t who just flew the f-cking coop
told me i should give it up i told ‘em i refuse

[verse 2]
give a d-mn about rules i’m a nuisance to society
abusin’ i need to lose the music to reach a new sobriety
justifiably rioting silently finally
signed up for psychiatry but won’t complete its entirety
cuz i don’t wanna be diagnosed i wanna die a ghost
and fly to an afterlife to find out heaven’s gate is closed
told me to zip my lips but i can’t cuz my fly is closed
give me a whip and a chair to smack that sh-t out a lion ho
wait, did i just rhyme the same f-cking word twice?
h-ll yeah, cuz you know my rhymes are twice as nice
as any other rapper whose windpipes about get to sliced
with a knife tonight bleed out and get jacked for his nikes
even though my skin is white i guess that i’m a criminal
i may say that i’m a k!ll somebody doesn’t mean i’m a make it literal
and i lie through my t–th so a smile means i’m miserable
and for f-ckers hating my dream i guess your life is pitiful

[hook]

[verse 3]
if your life is pitiful i don’t wanna hear a sob story
drag ya to the top of a skyscr-per drop ya from 35 stories
my stories are gory so i guess that that makes me corny
this ain’t just the dawn of a new age this is my morning
so give me the crown before i burn this castle down
punch your grandmother in throat tell me who’s an -ssh0l- now?
i guess i am and the truth is i don’t give a f-ck
hit black ice at 90 see if i can flip it wit you in the trunk
if you hit me believe i’m a hit back wit diss rap
even if your sh-t’s trash, your track was wiggity wick whack
cuz it ain’t a matter of talent it’s all about the respect
murdered all my compet-tion to date i wonder who’s next?
it don’t matter baby give me a razor blade and i get crazy
as john wayne gacy hiding in the boy’s room at macy’s
kidnap a rapper k!ll him stick him in the crawl sp-ce after
i’m a k!ller clown ain’t you hear that evil laughter?

[hook]

[verse 4]
i been a playwright since before your heard my wordplay
working these words acrobatically k!lling it the worst way
from friday to thursday tell me what does this curse say?
get up off of my ick-day before you end up in this e-rs–hay
screaming uck-fay the olice-pay from madison to eastlake
may say some ghetto sh-t but it doesn’t mean that he’s fake
still f-ck you up i’m the real deal holyfield
i’m hungry and eating other rappers is my only meal
told that i’m whack sick of the fact i’m not respected
so angrily i came in the game without a contraceptive
with no protection from pregnancies or the words of my enemies
but hatred is the reason that i wanna sell cds
to prove to you motherf-ckers that my dreams ain’t foolish
i don’t about rocking jewels or hanging with shooters
or slanging rocks on the block with my crew packing rugers
i’m the rap game’s messiah and all you b-st-rds are judas

[hook]

well if i say that i never play would you even hear it
i slay lyrics everyday looking in the mirror
at a dude who never gave a f-ck about the rules
and i don’t give a f-ck about the sh-t i’m about to lose

- t j stuber

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