Mr. Misogyny: My life as told by Jay-Z
1. Renegade
People say that I'm foolish/ I only talk about jewels/ Do you dudes listen to music or
Do you just skim Through it?
People are constantly surprised by me and the things I say. Not because the things I say are so astonishing but because everyone seems to think they have me figured out after a few conversations. I understand that this is human nature to want to categorize things so we can understand them better but why cant I go to a poetry reading on Friday and out to the club on Saturday? Why cant I be a serious artist who helps his community and have a mansion and the yacht? Yes I want more than sex but why does that make me a choir boy? I'm like Che Guevara with bling on, I'm complex./ I never claimed to have wings on.
2. Lucky Me/ Song Cry
I hate all girls with ulterior motives/ That's why I'm twenty plus years old, no sons no daughters... Dont plan to leave Earth without a seed I give life/ though I can't see past the girls greed to call her wife
You used to tell your friends I was ugly and wouldnt touch me/ then I i showed up in the dubbed out buggy and things got fuzzy and you dont remember that and I dont remember you.
Ive seen what a nice car can do to a girl. Ive also see what the lack of one could do. I dont know which one is more sad.
Niggas see you in the street, pretend to be friendly/ But I know any type of success breeds envy/ I know in the back of your mind your conjuring ways to hem me/ Leave my friends in a circle pouring out Henny.
I guess guys aren't that different either.
I trapped. The whole worlds against me in face. but ain't to turning back. Bring it on.
3. The Things That you do.
I can't entertain it sometimes I can't explain it/ God given, gifts of a soul for hard living/ Far be it from me to question Allah's wisdom/ Could've been lost in the system/ Instead I'm involved with the rhythm/ I dodged prison, came out unscathed from car collisions/ I know I must be part of some mission/ Shit I used take it for granted/ Why they placed me on this planet/ I would ask myself while writing raps to myself/ But right there under my nose
Was the flow of all flows/ Not a demon but a rose in the cement
Ive said it before that I I didnt want this but this is what I was given so this is what I have to do. I couldnt easily have gone the path my family and friends have taken but I chose something else. Ive escaped 3 car crashes so far in my life. I always used to wonder what I was here for. Then one day I started writing about it but I never thought it was anything special. It came so natural I thought anyone could do it.
Why risk myself Ill just write it in rhymes and let you feel me and if you dont like it then fine. Streets is Watching
4. Streets is Talking
Let people take shots at me, no response/ I just - flip and, pop my collar like the Fonz/ You give a nigga a foot he'll take you one step beyond/ He'll try to play you twice, the third time is the charm
Yeah, there have been a few people that have gotten over on me. A lot of people have gotten away with hurting me and breaking me down. Im not easily provoked to anger. When I was a little kid I had problems with my anger. I didnt know how to control it so eventually I just shut it of. The problem with this is that it builds up and then explodes and then I end up hurting people ten times worse than they did me. Ill kill a mother fucking ant with a sledge hammer, Don't let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it
5. This Cant be life
Everybody doing 'em, I'm still stretching on the block/ like "Damn, Ima be a failure"/ Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug paraphernalia.
I never thought Id be where I am right now and Im thankful for that but Im nowhere near where I want to be.
6. Girls, Girls, Girls (Remix)
pretty, witty, girlie, whirly/ one who likes to party but come home early/ light kinda dark, short sorta tall/ slim, kinda thick I swear I love 'em all
I really do love em all. Its practically an addiction. That might be why Im single. I dont really know what I want. (Actually I do. Basically, I want it all.) Im just assuming I ll know when I find it.
7. Justify My thug
Death before dishonor and I tell you what else/ Ill tighten my belt 'fore I beg for help/ Foolish pride is what held me together through the years/ I wasn't felt which is why I ain't never played myself/ I just play the hand I'm dealt, I can't say I've never knelt
before God and asked for better cards at times to no avail/ But I never sat back feeling sorry for myself
Im very stubborn and independent to the point of stupidity. When I moved out when I was 19 I never looked back even when I didnt have a place to live. Ive been through tons of stuff that no one will probably ever know about. But it was this stupidity that got me to where I am now. I still have a long way to go though.
8. Youre only a customer
my writing is so personal My heart bleeding out my pen
Self explanatory.
9.Beware
We rebellious we back home screaming Leave Iraq alone! To all my solders in the field I wish u a safe return but only love kills war when will we learn.
They call me this misogynist, but they don't call me the dude
To take his dollars to give gifts at the projects
From Fiona Apple (OCTOBER 01 2004) to Jay-Z. You gotta love it! even if you hate it, you gotta knock and you will/ And the day that i stop it... eww
P.S. Look what I can do.
Peace.
N. Cares
1. Renegade
People say that I'm foolish/ I only talk about jewels/ Do you dudes listen to music or
Do you just skim Through it?
People are constantly surprised by me and the things I say. Not because the things I say are so astonishing but because everyone seems to think they have me figured out after a few conversations. I understand that this is human nature to want to categorize things so we can understand them better but why cant I go to a poetry reading on Friday and out to the club on Saturday? Why cant I be a serious artist who helps his community and have a mansion and the yacht? Yes I want more than sex but why does that make me a choir boy? I'm like Che Guevara with bling on, I'm complex./ I never claimed to have wings on.
2. Lucky Me/ Song Cry
I hate all girls with ulterior motives/ That's why I'm twenty plus years old, no sons no daughters... Dont plan to leave Earth without a seed I give life/ though I can't see past the girls greed to call her wife
You used to tell your friends I was ugly and wouldnt touch me/ then I i showed up in the dubbed out buggy and things got fuzzy and you dont remember that and I dont remember you.
Ive seen what a nice car can do to a girl. Ive also see what the lack of one could do. I dont know which one is more sad.
Niggas see you in the street, pretend to be friendly/ But I know any type of success breeds envy/ I know in the back of your mind your conjuring ways to hem me/ Leave my friends in a circle pouring out Henny.
I guess guys aren't that different either.
I trapped. The whole worlds against me in face. but ain't to turning back. Bring it on.
3. The Things That you do.
I can't entertain it sometimes I can't explain it/ God given, gifts of a soul for hard living/ Far be it from me to question Allah's wisdom/ Could've been lost in the system/ Instead I'm involved with the rhythm/ I dodged prison, came out unscathed from car collisions/ I know I must be part of some mission/ Shit I used take it for granted/ Why they placed me on this planet/ I would ask myself while writing raps to myself/ But right there under my nose
Was the flow of all flows/ Not a demon but a rose in the cement
Ive said it before that I I didnt want this but this is what I was given so this is what I have to do. I couldnt easily have gone the path my family and friends have taken but I chose something else. Ive escaped 3 car crashes so far in my life. I always used to wonder what I was here for. Then one day I started writing about it but I never thought it was anything special. It came so natural I thought anyone could do it.
Why risk myself Ill just write it in rhymes and let you feel me and if you dont like it then fine. Streets is Watching
4. Streets is Talking
Let people take shots at me, no response/ I just - flip and, pop my collar like the Fonz/ You give a nigga a foot he'll take you one step beyond/ He'll try to play you twice, the third time is the charm
Yeah, there have been a few people that have gotten over on me. A lot of people have gotten away with hurting me and breaking me down. Im not easily provoked to anger. When I was a little kid I had problems with my anger. I didnt know how to control it so eventually I just shut it of. The problem with this is that it builds up and then explodes and then I end up hurting people ten times worse than they did me. Ill kill a mother fucking ant with a sledge hammer, Don't let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it
5. This Cant be life
Everybody doing 'em, I'm still stretching on the block/ like "Damn, Ima be a failure"/ Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug paraphernalia.
I never thought Id be where I am right now and Im thankful for that but Im nowhere near where I want to be.
6. Girls, Girls, Girls (Remix)
pretty, witty, girlie, whirly/ one who likes to party but come home early/ light kinda dark, short sorta tall/ slim, kinda thick I swear I love 'em all
I really do love em all. Its practically an addiction. That might be why Im single. I dont really know what I want. (Actually I do. Basically, I want it all.) Im just assuming I ll know when I find it.
7. Justify My thug
Death before dishonor and I tell you what else/ Ill tighten my belt 'fore I beg for help/ Foolish pride is what held me together through the years/ I wasn't felt which is why I ain't never played myself/ I just play the hand I'm dealt, I can't say I've never knelt
before God and asked for better cards at times to no avail/ But I never sat back feeling sorry for myself
Im very stubborn and independent to the point of stupidity. When I moved out when I was 19 I never looked back even when I didnt have a place to live. Ive been through tons of stuff that no one will probably ever know about. But it was this stupidity that got me to where I am now. I still have a long way to go though.
8. Youre only a customer
my writing is so personal My heart bleeding out my pen
Self explanatory.
9.Beware
We rebellious we back home screaming Leave Iraq alone! To all my solders in the field I wish u a safe return but only love kills war when will we learn.
They call me this misogynist, but they don't call me the dude
To take his dollars to give gifts at the projects
From Fiona Apple (OCTOBER 01 2004) to Jay-Z. You gotta love it! even if you hate it, you gotta knock and you will/ And the day that i stop it... eww
P.S. Look what I can do.
Peace.
N. Cares
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