Prince Ea - I'm A Renegade lyrics

I'm broke as f**, so if I see you you gon' give me mine And I ain't gotta grip the nine Cause I stab haters holding mad paper, like picket signs I spit sh** you weren't meant to find If you're content with your conditioned mind You can listen to this sh** over 20 times And still not get the rhymes Rhymes that'll twist your spines Rhymes that will risk your life Rhymes that you won't find in your syllabi's The illest rhymes epitomize Too bad they criticize, vilify and politicize You want the truth? Well guess what you're just in time Take a seat, raise your feet, I've just arrived First things first, close your eyes It should come as no surprise In every way, we are polarized For those that died, I'll remember their names n***as sell their souls to darkness to live in the shade I know everything you finna say, so put the pen away Going up against Hemingway at center stage I come from Christ time To prove I'm divine, my pen got a stigmata when I write rhymes So, you get knocked off I'm hard enough to f** a chick when my co*k soft And I don't care if you top charts or got floss It ain't my fault you spit ugly like a fat b**h with her socks off I shake hands and kiss babies And I'm, harder than Weezy was, when he kissed baby I'm noticing these dudes can't spit lately I get crazy like if Slim Shady k**ed Haley I'm Dick Cheney, how I'm f**ing you up Shoot you in the face and have YOU cover it up Under the bus, f**ed, is how I leave you rap groupies (After I)Show you the Steel, like that bad Shaq movie I'm Jack Ruby, k** you in front of the camera Or damage ya with iambic pentameter I ain't a fan of ya If you ain't ever studied at the library of Alexandria You amateurs I'm not gonna lie dude But I'm the real truth, like the books burned out of the bible Disciples hear every verse I speak They know I hold the key to the mercy seat The blood that leaked was the birth of me And even the church can see A god in a man's body is what I'm cursed to be And it occurred to me to take down the world elite And burn the streets to the third degree Ima teach you the knowledge that was forsaken The biggest magic trick of all time? When God and Satan switched places All evidence was erased then, indoctrination got you stuck in the matrix Go back and read Adam and Eve a little bit You really think ignorance is equivalent to bliss? See, Christians want you to roll with it Cause without knowledge, you in bondage, and that's the control system I got mono-atomic gold lyrics, I glow with it Dope spit, make you think a goddamit ghost did it I pause time when I flow Put me in a cypher with God and Jesus, I start outshining them both The lines that I wrote will slap the Pope right in the throat I got so nice with the flow you think I am a hoax But my narratives are errorless I got concepts you will never get A n***a sick like the Tuskegee experiment And I need me a therapist, because I spit raw h**n You old n***as are embara**in' Spending your last days at the Sheraton Retirin' with Merrill Lynch I can see it now, these freaking clowns will compare me with the terrorists Pointing me out like, there he is, that's the guy against Americans Revolution he encourages Well it's imperative that we don't even let him live Look man, I'm not even being arrogant But they'll pull me, out my house at any time of the day Say a, rhyme that I made is grounds for Guantanamo Bay Call me a military combatant and I'm on my way I know most of you n***as can't relate And the government's amused and overjoyed That you ain't getting what I'm spitting, too busy doing the Soulja Boy And, I know shouldn't talk about the way they live But fu*k Ay Bay Bay from the Bay Bay Kids I don't even listen to the radio If I saw one of you n***as in person you'd be like "don't taze me bro" Lookin' at the game, a lot of sh**'s sad n***as say they hot but they phony like the -hockey stick graphs-(?) The truth is blurred and roughed up You like Columbus. Reach the new world with dumb luck We bound to fight like two squirrels, one nut Prince Ea sicker than two girls, one cup And, you can't trace the pa**ion My last life I was a, paid a**a**in with an asian accent But now I'm here to save the ma**es And you ain't got to look further than my deoxyribonucleic acid Basically I'm supposed to teach this, I wrote the thesis Don't believe it? Then see your dome in pieces I'm so strategic, like the Priory of Sion Cloning demons and holding the bones of Jesus Belive it I spit facts that'll bury your boy Real rap sk**s that contrary to yours And the real reason I carry the heavenly sword Is cause he who preaches peace must be ready for war