[Jay-Z]
Yeah, Renegades is back
And the beat is sick,
It's
Young, Freeway, 8 Miles, let's go
8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin'
And my 8th album comin',
feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs
But I can rewind the calendar back, back
when it was now or nothin'
People said I would amount to nothin', that I had
talent for nothin'
Said I would succumb to violence or be silenced by your
gunmen
I could just hear the folks now, "He got what he had coming"
Now
that my eighth album's comin' everybody's smilin'
Wantin' something, claimin'
that they done something for him
Got their Jay-Z pom poms and their whole
uniform
Claimin' they been runnin' and tellin' everybody like Martin
Lawerence
'Bout how hot my rap performance was before I was who I
was
Claimin' that they threw it up before I threw it up
You what? Where
was you before I blew this up?
I didn't see you in the courtroom when
everybody was suin' us
I didn't see you in all black when everybody was
suitin' up
Back on the block, gettin' it in, there wasn't no you with us
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin'
And my
8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, Free
[Freeway]
6
miles and running, got my fifth strip poppin'
And my first album comin',
feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs
[Jay-Z]
8 miles and running, got my 7th
album droppin'
And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs,
Free
[Freeway]
6 miles and running, got my fifth strip poppin'
And my
first album comin', feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs
[Freeway]
6 miles and running in the Pontiac
Six thousand eighty
six, trans might shift while the engine run
Anyone tell ya rider give me one
more chance
Hear them smokers screamin' "One more gram"
So I'ma bring 'em
one
Homie, son, and my pop, stick close to my momma
Keep toasters for
drama, mix a lot with my son
My son growin' and he learnin' a lot
That's
when them toasters will the burners will pop, brain on ya own
Well a nigga,
tell 'em niggas
That's like the biblical scripture
Look back, turn assault
like the sin is in
Most of ya heartless and self-centered like "Me Shaq and
me Shaq"
Set up ya brother cuz you jealous nigga
The heat back, like you
never left
I ever rep, cops watch every step
Six miles and running dodgin'
every trap
The rap gingerbread man, cherish every precious breath
State P
the second attack
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Back when nobody would found he had talent, nobody would sign
me
Nobody believed in me, nobody but mommy blindly
But how can she deny
me? Me being the youngest runt
To come up outta her tummy, she got nothin'
but love for me
When niggas would want me, the industry shunned me
That's
why I'm takin' all the industry's money
Revenge is sweet honey, we run
this
Young is the illsest, Free is the future
Bean's and Bleek is right
now, we can see our 8 miles nigga
[Chorus]