Em really elevated the song tbh. Hov didn't get washed, but Em makes the song what it is imo
the irony is that the definition of how the culture uses Renegade doesn't really apply to the song Renegade
Jay didn't get renegaded, but Em had a better verse
He had a very good verse, em just came with some of the best s*** he’s ever done. That’s a genuinely legendary feature from em
hov is my fav & the greatest rapper oat to me but em was f***ing beast on that song man i'm not gonna sit here & like he didn't outrap jay
He had a very good verse, em just came with some of the best s*** he’s ever done. That’s a genuinely legendary feature from em
Wasn't no lyrical miracle neither he was really talking his s*** on there
I disagree.
Em probably took weeks to write that s*** and really wasn’t say s*** it’s his flow that makes it fire , hov just went in the booth and put his heart in it…
Em did have a little edge over hov nothing big
“wasnt saying s***” is hilariously inaccurate lmao
I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles
Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives lost on the project bench
What you hollering? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver
Doo-rag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope
Do not step to me, I'm awkward, I box leftier often
My pops left me an orphan, my momma wasn't home
Could not stress to me I wasn't grown, 'specially on nights
I brought something home to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor, thirty years my senior
My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin' green up
Raisin' my fingers to critics, raisin' my head to the sky
Big I did it, multi before I die (nigga)
No lie, just know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight
this is a great verse.
I prefer Em on this song but it's 2 titans at their finest
I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles
Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives lost on the project bench
What you hollering? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver
Doo-rag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope
Do not step to me, I'm awkward, I box leftier often
My pops left me an orphan, my momma wasn't home
Could not stress to me I wasn't grown, 'specially on nights
I brought something home to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor, thirty years my senior
My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin' green up
Raisin' my fingers to critics, raisin' my head to the sky
Big I did it, multi before I die (nigga)
No lie, just know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight
growing up my brother would just randomly shout "I'M AWKWARD I BOX LEFTY" all the time
he's left handed
I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles
Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives lost on the project bench
What you hollering? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver
Doo-rag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope
Do not step to me, I'm awkward, I box leftier often
My pops left me an orphan, my momma wasn't home
Could not stress to me I wasn't grown, 'specially on nights
I brought something home to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor, thirty years my senior
My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin' green up
Raisin' my fingers to critics, raisin' my head to the sky
Big I did it, multi before I die (nigga)
No lie, just know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight
Listen or skim through it?