Renaissance

[Intro]

*Spitting*

[Verse]

With balls, in his durag, he sags, fearin' no man

He stands, pen in his hand like Edward Scissorhands

Who slices competition and just goes about his business

Anyone who knows about him knows about his shindig

Shenanigans, and all his wacky antics in the papers

Shady's danglin' a baby tangled in a blanket, stranglin'

And hangin' him over the railing by the ankles on some gangster shit

Child endangerment, dark brain, arcane with it, Mark Twainin' it

You aren't tamin' it, sharp pain in the heart

Aimin' a bar, chamber to carve names in it

Start sprayin' and start ravin' on beef, starved, cravin' it

You're at arm's length, you're in harm's way of it

'Bout to show your ass why I'm still a pain in it

You wanna know how I do it? I can't explain this shit

Mechanic's brain with a pinch of Big Daddy Kane in it

But I can show you the ropes 'til you get the hang of it

Elephantiasis of the nuts, element

Of Intelligent Hoodlum, Arrested Development

Cella Dwellas and Wise Intelligent, since elementary

Through Hell I went, accelerant from lack of melanin

Failin' in school, smart aleck wit

Helped me to rebel against shit so well and vent

So eloquently, yet, I was irrelevant

Soon as I quit givin' a fuck, I started to sell a bit

Now let's travel inside the mind of a hater

'Cause I don't see no fans, all I see's a bunch of complainers

"Kendrick's album was cool, but it didn't have any bangers

Wayne's album or Ye's, couldn't tell you which one was lamer

Joyner's album was corny, Shady's new shit is way worse

Everything is either too tame or there's too much anger

I didn't like the beat, so I hated Might Delete Later"

You nerdy pricks would find somethin' wrong with 36 Chambers

It's what they do to the greats

Pick apart a Picasso and make excuses to hate

So you can wait for your flowers until you're blue in the face

Stupid, you ain't gonna get 'em until your funeral wake (Hm)