[Jay-Z]. Yeah Renegades is back. Em the B the sick. It's Young Freeway 8 Miles let's go. 8 miles and running got my 7th album droppin'. And my 8th album comin' feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs. But I can rewind the calendar back back when it was now or. nothin'. People said I would amount to nothin' that I had talent for. nothin'. Said I would succumb to violence or be silenced by your gunmen. I could just hear the folks now "He got what he had coming". Now that my eighth album's comin' everybody's smilin'. Wantin' something claimin' that they done something for him. Got their Jay-Z pom poms and their whole uniform. Claimin' they been runnin' and tellin' everybody like Martin. Lawerence. 'Bout how hot my rap performance was before I was who I was. Claimin' that they threw it up before I threw it up. You what? Where was you before I blew this up?. I didn't see you in the courtroom when everybody was suin' us. I didn't see you in all black when everybody was suitin' up. Back on the block gettin' it in there wasn't no you with us. [Chorus: Jay-Z]. 8 miles and running got my 7th album droppin'. And my 8th album comin' feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs. Free. [Freeway]. 6 miles and running got my fist strip poppin'. And my first album comin' feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs. [Jay-Z]. 8 miles and running got my 7th album droppin'. And my 8th album comin' feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs. Free. [Freeway]. 6 miles and running got my fist strip poppin'. And my first album comin' feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs. [Freeway]. 6 miles and running in the Pontiac. Six thousand eighty six trans might shift while the engine run. Anyone tell ya rider give me one more chance. Hear them smokers screamin' "One more gram". So I'ma bring 'em one. Homie son and my pop stick close to my MOMMA. Keep toasters for DRAMA mix a lot with my son. My son growin' and he learnin' a lot. That's when them toasters will the burners will pop brain on ya. own. Well a nigga tell 'em niggas. That's like the biblical scripture. Look back turn assault like the sin is in. Most of ya heartless and self-centered like "Me Shaq and me. Shaq". Set up ya brother cuz you jealous nigga. The heat back like you never left. I ever rep cops watch every step. Six miles and running dodgin' every trap. The rap gingerbread man cheer us up. You precious breath State P the second attack. [Chorus]. [Jay-Z]. Back when nobody would found he had talent nobody would sign. me. Nobody believed in me nobody but mommy blindly. But how can she deny me? Me being the youngest runt. To come up outta her tummy she got nothin' but love for me. When niggas would want me the industry shunned me. That's why I'm takin' all the industry's money. Revenge is sweet honey we run this. Young is the illsest Free is the future. Bean's and Bleek is right now we can see our 8 miles nigga. [Chorus]