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john anthony (rap) - renegade (remix) lyrics

[verse 1: j mont]
i see them watchin’
i hear them talkin’, the whispers echo, i got ‘em gawking
i’ll crash the party, i’ll down preseco then smoke the garden
i’ve barely started, i can’t be guarded, i’m prime harden
it’s hard to be great, i get that a lot
i’m always cooking, need the kettle and pot
i got homies who be cooking but they settled for rock
a lot has changed, i put a lock on the game
i got protection, got a glock and it bangs
i never stop, i always entertain
please allow me to reintroduce myself
i’m known to shoot, it’s no hoops, bells or whistles
it’s sh+lls and missiles, if u can’t tell, i raise h+ll
i’m not afraid to miss, you know i’m able
i came with it, i’m cain with it, my aims legit
grenades equipped while i raid the crypt with treasures in hand
i’m making demands, i’m making it count
i got the amount that fills my account
she liking the bands, i’m up in her pants, she stuck in a trance
i’m cuppin’ her breast, releasing the stress, i’m puffin’ my chest
they act up, it’s one shot, they playing with kobe
yak in my cup and i’m sipping to od

[verse 2: john anthony]
i’ve never seen so many critics actually mad over half of the sh+t that i’m rapping
act like i’m dissin’ these f+ggots
casually ripping, attacking, nagging and bickering after lyrics i’m spittin’
but still you b+tches be kissin’ my ass
and acting no different than fans who sit and listen and glance
over your sh+t like they give a f+ck
claiming it sucks but they listen again
dismissing your sh+t when you spit ‘cause they can’t understand
ignorant, tired of all this sh+t like the michelin man
see the difference depends how the industry hears the music
‘cause most of these f+ckin’ losers who wearin’ suits
don’t even have a f+ckin’ clue what to do with these newer rappers and producers
so they copy and paste ‘em like they computers
and the sooner each one of ‘em goes irrelevant
the sooner you toss ‘em like yesterday’s news without even tellin’ ‘em
find another rapper who would sell their soul to the devil
just to develop in thirty second of fame for the h+ll of it
so tune up the strings that y’all be puppeted from
b+ttons to shove, if you push ‘em you’ll be f+ckin’ with someone that don’t ever budge
even if you huffin’ and buff
the only thing you’ll ever blow is f+ckin’ stuck to my nuts, ‘cause i’ma
(chorus: john anthony & j mont)
renegade, never been afraid to say
what’s on my mind at any given time of day
’cause i’m a renegade
never been afraid to talk about anything
(anything?), anything, (anything)
renegade
never been afraid to say
what’s on my mind at any given time of day
’cause i’m a renegade
never been afraid to talk about anything
(anything?), anything, (anything)

[verse 3: j mont]
i’m steady grinding, they ass to the pine, i’m fly in by ‘em
foot on their spine, it’s my time, i columbine ‘em
move aside, i’m next in line, i k!lled it looks like suicide
i’m insane inside the sactum of my mind
saddam hussein when i rhyme
i know i’m different, chains heavy medal, take a listen
my wrist limp from the heavy lifting
i’m big pimpin’, you can’t afford what i’m tippin’
i’m on the road, i left the ford for the the foreign that i’m whippin’
got the cops in hot pursuit, the wheel i’m grippin’
i took a trip inside the matrix, ripped it out, i got that sh+t glitchin’
i’m here to fix it, know the play, i’m blitzin’
let me paint a mental picture, voices got me schitzin’
caged in, released when it’s written, brought to life when spittin’
sittin’ in the burban, windows tinted
thought they caught me slippin’, i’ll slip out
i’ll leave a slice, cauterize and stitch it
‘cause who you kiddin’?
just know i’m willing, i’m a hero and villain
[verse 4: john anthony]
see, if a modern day rapper would try to write to this song
they couldn’t write to the level that em and jay would be on
that’s what i heard, so i siphoned up my rhymes in this gun
and pulled the trigger
this is the battle lines that are drawn
see, some don’t like when i cross it, write a rhyme and i talk sh+t
now i switch up my style and critics are sayin’ i lost it
like what happened to that rapper who had something to say?
flushin’ his rage and placin’ his anger up on the page
see, there was nothing to gain from being crazy, insane
mainly afraid that i maybe compared to shady again
and hate me for sayin’ it but i’m basically joggin’ the truth
maybe i was a stan, but i ain’t tryna walk in his shoes
and yeah, i’m talking to you, fans and critics and journalists
a&r’s, labels, influencers, i never heard of ‘em
man, i’m servin’ a plate, straight to your face, no stop
hate it or not, you mother f+ckers gon’ taste what i got, ‘cause i’ma

(chorus: john anthony & j mont)
renegade, never been afraid to say
what’s on my mind at any given time of day
’cause i’m a renegade
never been afraid to talk about anything
(anything?), anything, (anything)
renegade
never been afraid to say
what’s on my mind at any given time of day
’cause i’m a renegade
never been afraid to talk about anything
(anything?), anything, (anything)
renegade, never been afraid to say
what’s on my mind at any given time of day
’cause i’m a renegade
never been afraid to talk about anything
(anything?), anything, (anything)
renegade
never been afraid to say
what’s on my mind at any given time of day
’cause i’m a renegade
never been afraid to talk about anything
(anything?), anything, (anything)

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