DJ Green Lantern - Renegade lyrics

[verse 1: Jon Connor] Tell me who in the same league Flow infectious like gangrene Me against the world no one even play for the same team Get the f** out, homie this is the dugout I make hits and touch bases with people soon as i come out Oasis of greatness the flow that a never run out Loud bark with no bite get left with your tongue out We heavy in the game at this point we talking tons now I am hip hop like i was living in Runs House The Michigan native that never listened to haters I guess I'm just old school where being real is whats major Get love from the city and legends call me the mayor A hater trying to compare, oh my god you don't stand a prayer A lot of n***as don't pay homage but they should I make 'em think everybody in Flint is this good Nas told me don't be concerned with none of this rap n***as Cause when they dissing you back home just means you that n***a [verse 2: Mickey Wallace] Brain storming it's raining Reigning I lord over many See me you see him who's in me, we implore you to hear me Lightning like clash of the titans Fighting I fend off these fiendish foes Opposing the vision not even knowing they chose To be my victims Sick em, I GETEM see they exposed That precalculus helps me to polar coordinate my blows Brimstone and fire they feel it, the realist say I'm the realist David Dunn I'm unbreakable ain't no price on my business With me then ride to the finish, timid then bail out the window Should've counted the cost of what you was dying to get into See I'm more vivid than 3d, this CD should've been DVD I chasten with pa**ion, like i'm fathering Stevie Now the new fad is to be me, or either beat me they hoping To find a kink in my amour looking for gaps to be open Want to spear me but fear me, yeah i know what you plotting Calling me homie but phony expressions cover your noggin And yeah I'm waiting and watching gazing I see through the eye When it's my time my grind will finalize in my rhyme Till then I'm Pac to the youngins that got ambition to fly Hell im a Wallace so obviously I'm ready to die GETEM [Hook] [verse 3: Jon Connor] This one goes to the industry insiders Who don't know that i make empires when I'm inspired I run sh** they hoping i gets tired They know that I spit fire, they hope that it expire Look, we in a game that's so concerned with numbers That they ignoring the hunger that gave birth to a culture Lazy, they just looking for sh** thats easy to sell That's why me eating todays MC is easy as hell I take a vow like i was standing on trial I will never throw in the towel, bravo let me take a bow Cause y'all see my reign came under a dark cloud The one nobody wanted to claim the industries lost child The orphan of recording, Im feeling like I'm fortunate They kept ignoring him when they probably should've aborted him You competition? i can't tell Hot like i fathered the antichrist how I'm about to raise hell [verse 4: Mickey Wallace] I'll put their heads on a platter All of these rappers are gas'n Who want to box with the Mitten? For sure i'll bag em and tag em Industry so commercial, I hear em bragging they swaging Here to dismantle you vandals and mush your face in the gravel Bet you thought that your tenure was tantamount to intangible Got it wrapped like a mummy? bet money Mick will unravel you Lave open the notions of all you poisonous cannibals I came here to bury em, honesty what else can i do? Resurrect em you say? ok, i'll give it a shot But first i'll start with the children that all these labels forgot Bent on pursuing a dollar leading the sheep to the slaughter Malcom told me go harder, get in that a** like a polyp Never get comfortable, wonderful's how i feel Kicking gluteus maximus's don't matter if your a Mr. or Mrs See the missions the same as when it was first given to me Be protector of the neglected no matter who feel me GETEM [Hook]