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Bad Meets Evil – Renegades Unreleased Version Lyrics

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Yo yo, its several different levels to pickin up shovels
And dumpin you in ditches under sea level
Frontin you when Im wit this
Let meeshin 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, Id 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
Im lyin, I got a pump in my trunk
Your dyin, how many lumps niggaz want?
Whos ready for yall? We ready for yall
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 thats wit it
Slap a hoe, snatch a mic!
Bein brought to yall in black and in white
ITS the NEW! Joe Jackson and Ike, we renegades

Since Im in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I aint no politician but Ill kick it with em a minute
Cause see they call me a menace and if the shoe fits Ill wear it
But if it dont, then yallll swallow the truth grin and bear it
Now whos 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 theres a huge interference – theyre sayin you shouldnt hear it
Maybe its hatred I spew, maybe its food for the spirit
Maybe its beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But Im debated disputed hated and viewed in America
As a motherfuckin drug addict – like you didnt experiment?
Now now, thats when you start to stare at whos 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 couldnt do good at marriage!
Ha ha! And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I dont
Think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
Cause here we go – hes Royce, hes the King Of Detroit
And Im the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass its just the

RENEGADE! Never been afraid to say
Whats on my mind at, any given time of day
Cause Im a RENEGADE! Never been afraid to talk
About anything ANYTHING anything ANYTHING, RENEGADE!
RENEGADE! Never been afraid to say
Whats on my mind at, any given time of day
Cause Im a RENEGADE! Never been afraid to talk
About anything ANYTHING anything ANYTHING

I determine what time its on, I call my nigga Proof
Hand him a pint of Limon and turn him loose!
Im tired of you new jacks
Im tired of niggaz thats like – Im 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 couldnt get any meaner
You talk about his daughter, you probably gettin the heater
You talk about his momma, he wont even give ya the finger
Hes crazy! Deranged!, not media eaters, we renegades

See Im 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 aint the case, see its a matter of taste
We as a people decide if Shadys 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 its easy as cake, simple as whistlin Dixie
While Im 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
Im a motherfuckin spiteful, DELIGHTFUL eyeful
The new Ice Cube – motherfuckers HATE to like you
What did I do? huh? Im just a kid from the gutter
Makin this butter off these bloodsuckers, cause Im a muhfuckin

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