Karma (Unreleased Version)歌词-Eminem / Jay-Z

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Motherf**kers

Say that I'm foolish

I only talk about jewels

Bling bling

Do you fools

Listen to music or

Do you just skim

Through it

See I'm influenced

By the ghetto you ruined

That same dude

You gave nothin'

I made somethin' doin'

What I do through

And through and

I give you the news

With a twist

It's just his

Ghetto point-of-view

The renegade

You been afraid

I penetrate pop culture

Bring 'em a lot closer

To the block where they

Pop toasters

And they live

With they moms

Got dropped roasters

From botched robberies

N***az crotched over

Mommy's knocked up

Cause she wasn't

Watched over

Knocked down

By some clown

When child support knocked

No he's not around

Now how that

Sound to ya

Jot it down

I bring it

Through the ghetto

Without ridin' 'round

Hidin' down duckin' strays

From frustrated youths

Stuck in they ways

Just read a magazine

That f**ked up my day

How you rate music

That thugs with

Nothin' relate to it

I help them see they way

Through it not you

Can't step in my pants

Can't walk in my shoes

Bet everything you worth

You lose your tie

And your shirt

Since I'm in a position

To talk to these kids

And they listen

I ain't no politician

But I'll kick it

With 'em a minute

Cause see they

Call me a menace

And if the shoe fits

I'll wear it

But if it don't

Then you'll will

Swallow the truth

Grin and bear it

Now who's these

King of these rude

Ludicrous lucrative lyrics

Who could inherit the title

Put the youth in hysterics

Usin' his music to steer it

Sharin' his views

And his merits

But there's

A huge interference

They're sayin'

You shouldn't hear it

Maybe it's hatred I spew

Maybe it's food

For the spirit

Maybe it's beautiful music

I made for you

To just cherish

But I'm debated disputed hated

And viewed in America

As a motherf**kin' d**g addict

Like you didn't experiment

Now now that's when

You start to stare at

Who's in the mirror

And see yourself

As a kid again

And you get embarrassed

And I got nothin' to do

But make you look

Stupid as parents

You f**kin' do-gooders

Too bad you couldn't

Do good at marriage

Ha ha

And do you

Have any clue

What I had to do

To get here

I don't think you do

So stay tuned and

Keep your ears

Glued to the stereo

Cause here we go

He's

Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga

And I'm the sinister

Mr Kiss-My-a*s

It's just the

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 holler about anything

Anything

Anything

Anything

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

Whatchu hollerin'

Gotta pay rent

Bring dollars in

By the bodega

Iron under my coat

Feelin' braver

Doo-rag

Wrappin' 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 somethin' 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

N***a

No lie just know

I chose my own fate

I drove by the

Fork in the road

And went straight

See I'm a poet to some

A regular

Modern day Shakespeare

Jesus Christ the

King of these

Latter Day Saints here

To shatter the picture

In which of that

As they paint me

As a monger of hate and

Satan a scatter-brained atheist

But that ain't the case

See it's a matter of taste

We as a people decide

If Shady's as bad

As they say he is

Or is he the latter

A gateway to escape

Media scapegoat

Who they can

Be mad at today

See it's easy as cake

Simple as whistlin' Dixie

While I'm wavin' the pistol

At sixty Christians against me

Go to war with the Mormons

Take a bath with the Catholics

In holy water

No wonder they try

To hold me under longer

I'm a motherf**kin' spiteful

Delightful eyeful

The new Ice Cube

Motherf**kers hate to like you

What did I do

Huh

I'm just a kid

From the gutter

Makin' this butter

Off these bloodsuckers

Cause I'm a muh'f**kin'