Yeah, Renegades is backM the B the sick,It's
Young, Freeway, 8 Miles, let's go8 miles and
running, got my 7th album droppin'And my 8th album
comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachsBut I can rewind the calendar back, back when it was now ornothin'People said I would amount to nothin',
that I had talent fornothin'Said I would
succumb to violence or be silenced by your gunmenI 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 himGot their Jay-Z pom poms and
their whole uniformClaimin' they been runnin'
and tellin' everybody like MartinLawerence'Bout how hot my rap performance was before I was who I
wasClaimin' that they threw it up before I threw it
upYou what? Where was you before I blew this up?I
didn't see you in the courtroom when everybody was
suin' usI didn't see you in all black when
everybody was suitin' upBack 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 fist 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 fist strip poppin'And my
first album comin', feedin' twenty growlin'
stomachs[Freeway]6 miles and running in the
PontiacSix thousand eighty six, trans might shift while
the engine runAnyone tell ya rider give me one more
chanceHear them smokers screamin' "One more gram"So I'ma bring 'em oneHomie, son, and my pop,
stick close to my MOMMAKeep toasters for DRAMA, mix a lot with my sonMy son growin' and he learnin' a
lotThat's when them toasters will the burners will
pop, brain on yaownWell a nigga, tell 'em
niggasThat's like the biblical scriptureLook
back, turn assault like the sin is inMost of ya heartless and self-centered like "Me Shaq and meShaq"Set up ya brother cuz you jealous niggaThe heat back, like you never leftI ever rep, cops watch every stepSix miles and running dodgin' every trapThe rap gingerbread man, cheer us upYou precious breath, State P the secondattack

[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 fist 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 fist
strip poppin'And my first album comin',
feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs

[Jay-Z]
Back when nobody would found he had talent, nobody would
signme Nobody believed in me, nobody but mommy
blindly.But how can she deny me? Me being the youngest
runtTo come up outta her tummy, she got nothin' but
love for meWhen niggas would want me, the industry shunned me.
That's why I'm takin' all the industry's moneyRevenge is sweet honey, we run thisYoung is the illsest, Free is the futureBean's and Bleek is right now, we can see our 8 miles nigga

[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 fist 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 fist
strip poppin'And my first album comin',
feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs

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