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)