Renaissance Lyrics – Eminem

Read the full Renaissance lyrics by Eminem along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Eminem’s music, you can also explore All You Got (Skit) and Habits, two other songs by Eminem.

[Intro]
*Spitting*

[Verse]
With balls, in his durag, he sags, fearing no man
He stands, pen in his hand like Edward Scissorhands
Will slice 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 dangling a baby tangled in a blanket, strangling
And hanging him over the railing by the ankles on some gangster s*it
Child endangerment, dark brain arcane, but it Mark Twaining it
You aren’t taming it, sharp pain in the heart
Aiming a bar, chamber to carve names in it
Start spraying and start raving on beef, starved, craving 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 s*it
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
Failing in school, smart eloquent
Help me to rebel against s*it, so well and bent
So eloquently, yet, I was irrelevant
Soon as I quit giving a fu*k 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 s*it 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 something 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, wait (Hm)