...AND NOW, THE REAL I’mma show you the sights you don’t wanna see I’mma be everything you don’t wanna be I’mma bring in the heat you don’t wanna feel I’mma show why I’m the red and the real I’mma bring in a fight you don’t wanna fight I’mma settle a score with a left and a right I’mma shatter the stone with fists fulla steel Renegade red and real, fo’real Here I go for the second round, I Will deliver with a warrior soul, why Is a renegade ready for a fight, they Never thought I’d be in the end game So I bring in the heat with a new sound I administered pain in the first round With the rhymes of a Navajo red man Hittin’ hard like a bull on charge, can It get anymore thick on the field? First, I brought in the red, now it gets real Real as the blood on my hands Real as the man who’s in command Of a soul that’ll make any fool fold Never tarnish myself like a fool’s gold In the heat of the fight, I’mma blaze bright Given the chance, I’mma give ‘em a bad night I’mma show you the sights you don’t wanna see I’mma be everything you don’t wanna be I’mma bring in the heat you don’t wanna feel I’mma show why I’m the red and the real I’mma bring in a fight you don’t wanna fight I’mma settle a score with a left and a right I’mma shatter the stone with fists fulla steel Renegade red and real, fo’real Yeah, you thought renegades were a myth, but You witnessed the Saint fulla rage, what Did you believe in the days past? Indians were wiped off the earth, that’s Many suckas belief ‘fore they meet me Renegade, real and the real, G Now that I’m unleashed, I’mma break these Fake beliefs on the warrior’s history Think before you speak when you cross me Never give me a chance to attack, we Got enough of the Q’s and the A’s from Wannabes tryin’ to be what they ain’t, son That’s a part of protect that I speak of Never let anyone perpetrate (one) Wanna be in the tribe, better think hard Disrespect, I will pull a fool’s card I’mma show you the sights you don’t wanna see I’mma be everything you don’t wanna be I’mma bring in the heat you don’t wanna feel I’mma show why I’m the red and the real I’mma bring in a fight you don’t wanna fight I’mma settle a score with a left and a right I’mma shatter the stone with fists fulla steel Renegade red and real, fo’real Full-blood renegade enemy of the state Open up the wrath in a earthquake Ten point be the Navajo magnitude Strike now and you never will get the clue Don’t allow anyone to predict me I’m a force only known by God, G See me show the rage when I wage war Renegade, warrior reborn With abilities taught by the ten chiefs Mythical unleashed in a breach, these Lyrical left-rights from the inside Give a Navajo peace in release, I Will protect, deflect any shot thrown Better believe I’m known as a full-grown Warrior born with the heart of a bear, fool Playin’ the Saint puts souls in a dead pool I’mma show you the sights you don’t wanna see I’mma be everything you don’t wanna be I’mma bring in the heat you don’t wanna feel I’mma show why I’m the red and the real I’mma bring in a fight you don’t wanna fight I’mma settle a score with a left and a right I’mma shatter the stone with fists fulla steel Renegade red and real, fo’real

WARRIOR REVIVAL Raise your hands high! Get your voice up! Tribe and pride shine! Show for red blood! Raise your hands high! Get your voice up! Tribe and pride shine! Show for red blood! With warrior ways, I’m back on the scene Full-blood renegade hits the unclean Last man stands red and without rez Hear blood roar, fuck what the law says I never broke laws, I am the law See the fed crawl with a broke jaw Warriors live and breathe by the land’s law I’mma fight ‘til we have achieved all Family man fights hard to protect mine Warriors fight to the end for the tribe, I Hate the fact that we’re just a handful Scattered, lost, dust in a landfill Time to raise the roots from the sand Hear the call go out from a Saint, man I got bullets, you bring the bulls-eyes Warrior eternal, red like a sunrise Raise your hands high! Get your voice up! Tribe and pride shine! Show for red blood! Raise your hands high! Get your voice up! Tribe and pride shine! Show for red blood! S-A-I-N-T Let me see who aimed at my family Uncle Sam and his den of thieves Opened up on me and the fam, G So the chiefs rose to oppose Many young men died for the blue coat Now I’m here cuz warriors fought hard Beat the bully up outta the backyard How many indians exist today? How many bloods did the U.S. wash away? There’s a tale ready to be told U.S. history? U.S. lies, yo Saint gonna speak, so chin up real quick No more wannabe and New Age bullshit Will the flag ever wave for me? Warriors know everything ain’t everything Raise your hands high! Get your voice up! Tribe and pride shine! Show for red blood! Raise your hands high! Get your voice up! Tribe and pride shine! Show for red blood! The soul’s corrupt so I come to clean All the sins mixed in the bloodstream I’mma sever with a samurai stroke Then you’ll know why I be the cutthroat 500 years of labelin’ red bad Even though we fought for Uncle Sam We died for red, white, and blue Now it’s a struggle to remain alive, fool We’re the breeds seen as the unclean Savagery shows out when you attack me And I’m afraid that’s an everyday thing Survival, instinct, warrior ways, G You need to know and you need to see I go for broke when attacked, we Never do what you expect us to do Now’s time for the way long overdue Raise your hands high! Get your voice up! Tribe and pride shine! Show for red blood! Raise your hands high! Get your voice up! Tribe and pride shine! Show for red blood!

BLOODLINE 1971, the year the gates swung wide And chiefs sent a soul to East O 10 and a half, the weight of the son who made renegade When his lungs took a deep one Unleash cries from the depths of the mind Where visions of mine lie dead in a line, I Grew up quick and my dad told me “You can have anything you earn in the world, G.” Mom stared into my eyes with hope That her baby will thrive and survive in this world, so Reds of then were the warrior men Lookin’ out for theirs in a place where you fight when Suckas, dealers, and thugs try to take The advantage to live from the Saint who will not break From these streets I hold as my own Like days when feds tried to move on our homes, yo California born renegade With a fist of flame and a rhyme from the Bay Let my blood show out in a hit I’mma go fo’sho when I go for the throat, kid When you lived the life of the Saint You either fight or you fold to the pain, so All I got’s my blood and tribes Warrior pride in a warrior bloodline S.L.O.T., I was unleashed upon God-fearing fools And priests callin’ me ‘chief’ Many lames saw me as a big overweight little nerd Who didn’t say a damn word Then the day came up when the 4th and 5th and 6th grade kids Threw a few hits On the big overweight little nerd who sent bullies home With a heat that was unheard All I knew was dad told me “Never cease the fire nor quit when you drop these Always go for the biggest in the crew Cuz ten outta ten hit the dirt when you drop two Warrior fists to the left of the head When he drops, hit the next and the next and the next, then Ground and pound, go for the soul Like a warrior does when his vengeance lets go California born renegade With a fist of flame and a rhyme from the Bay Let my blood show out in a hit I’mma go fo’sho when I go for the throat, kid When you lived the life of the Saint You either fight or you fold to the pain, so All I got’s my blood and tribes Warrior pride in a warrior bloodline MacArthur Blvd., down 35th Saint admits he did heat when he rolled with Nez and Nez, Navajos from the O See the three erupt with fists fulla flame, yo Everybody knew who were the red and real from the street Renegades roll three deep East 14th, the line we walked IFH the spot where the tribe remained on top Many bunk-ass fools felt heat When the warrior redskins walked on the street, we Got the scars on the skin we in And the skins we be got props in the O, G Fight and stand and remain to be true To the strugglin’ few I’m proud to belong to Raise the fist way high in the sky One love for the tribe and my warrior bloodline California born renegade With a fist of flame and a rhyme from the Bay Let my blood show out in a hit I’mma go fo’sho when I go for the throat, kid When you lived the life of the Saint You either fight or you fold to the pain, so All I got’s my blood and tribes Warrior pride in a warrior bloodline

ONLY A SUCKA WOULD Only a sucka would hate my rhyme Only a sucka would waste his time Only a sucka would cross this line Who would attack this? Only a sucka would Only a sucka would flex on me Only a sucka would hate this beat Only a sucka would knock these streets Who would attack this? Only a sucka would Tyrant styles, warrior prose Hit this hard upside a fool’s nose Navajo steam, renegade gleam E.S.O. gives suckas a bad dream Bombs will fall, targetin’ all Marks and poo-butt fools with a fastball Flex, wreck, break necks Get set, vest wet With the blood, ain’t no love Grab the gloves, clean everything up Down the drain, no complaint Suckas show disdain for a Saint, wait For the hit, here it comes Boom, you’re down, bring me that one With the glare and the stare Show him the window or show him the stairs Only a sucka would hate my rhyme Only a sucka would waste his time Only a sucka would cross this line Who would attack this? Only a sucka would Only a sucka would flex on me Only a sucka would hate this beat Only a sucka would knock these streets Who would attack this? Only a sucka would Renegade ways, renegade pays Visits to marks claimin’ the red way Lookit me stand, I’mma demand Fools to bow down now to a red man Holdin’ the line, fightin’ for tribe Suckas get took tryin’ to take mine Out the game, Navajo plays Hard and fast like snags on a good day Givin’ the yeah, I’mma relax Oops, I can’t stop now, gotta make tracks Over to those, playin’ the role Me and my kind shine when the rage shows Navajo flex, warrior sets Sights on those who think they belong, get Out the way, off my wave Hear the tide roll over a fool’s grave Only a sucka would hate my rhyme Only a sucka would waste his time Only a sucka would cross this line Who would attack this? Only a sucka would Only a sucka would flex on me Only a sucka would hate this beat Only a sucka would knock these streets Who would attack this? Only a sucka would Saint be praised, I’mma amaze Those who don’t believe that a renegade Can arise, no surprise When a fool speaks out on my skills, why Do they want to be taught Lessons filled with pain for the lame, what Can I say? I’m enraged Filled with hatred, life of a brotha made In the street, days of heat Made the redskin strong on the concrete When the tough threw the punch Sons were lost and I didn’t feel much No remorse, stay the course Never stray from warrior life force In the heart, in the soul Suckas burn with heat when a Saint rolls Only a sucka would hate my rhyme Only a sucka would waste his time Only a sucka would cross this line Who would attack this? Only a sucka would Only a sucka would flex on me Only a sucka would hate this beat Only a sucka would knock these streets Who would attack this? Only a sucka would

A BRUH NAMED SUE (lyrics revised) (Original lyrics written by Shel Silverstein ©1969) Well my pops left home when I was three And he didn’t leave much for moms and me Just my raw talent and an empty bottle of booze Now I don’t blame him cuz he run and he hid But the meanest thing that my pops ever did Was before he cut-out, he went and named me Sue Well, he must’ve thought that it was quite a joke And it got a lot of laughs from lots of folks Seems I had to battle my whole life through Some chic would giggle and I’d get red Some fool would laugh and then I’d bust his head I tell ya life ain’t easy for a brotha named Sue Well I grew up quick and I grew up mean My fists got hard and my wits got keen I roamed from spot to spot just to hide my shame But I made me a vow to the moon and the stars I’d search out the hideaways and bars And kill that man that gimme that God-awful name Well it was North Chicago in mid-July And I just hit town and my throat was dry I’d thought I’d chill and throw down just a few In a darkened spot where I had roamed There at a table shufflin’ bones Sat the dirty punk-ass fool who named me Sue Well I knew that lame was my own sweet dad From a worn-out photo that my momma had And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye He was big and bent and grey and old And I looked at him and my blood ran cold and I said “My name is Sue! What’s up with you?” Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes And he went down but to my surprise He come up with a blade and cut off a piece of my ear Then I busted a chair right across his teeth Then we crashed through the wall and into the street Kickin’ and a-gougin’ in the mud and the blood and the beer I tell you I fought tougher men But I really can’t remember when He kicked like Bruce and bit like a crocodile I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss Then he went for his piece but I pulled mine first Then he stood there lookin’ at me and I saw him smile And he said, “Now, son, this world is rough And if a man’s gonna make it he gotta be tough And I knew I wouldn’t be there to help you along. So I gave you that name and I said ‘goodbye’ I knew you’d have to get tough or die And it’s that name that helped to make you this strong. Now you just fought one helluva fight And I know you hate me and you got the right To kill me now and I wouldn’t blame you if you do. But you oughta thank me before I die For the gravel in your fists and the glint in your eye Cuz I’m the son of a bitch that named you Sue.” Well, I got choked up and threw down my gun I called him pops and he called me son And I come away with a different point of view And I think about him every now and then Every time that I fight and every time I win And if I ever have a son, I think I’m gonna name him Bill or Jim or Bob! Anything damn thing but Sue, fo’real.

RISING SON Strength and honor, tribe and bloodline Warrior chosen, to protect mine Love and family, see my blood shine See the Saint rise to defend mine Full-blood divinity raised above those Out for the warrior’s soul, I’mma unload Full metal jacket hits in a whirlwind Infinite aggression, rise of the redskin Warrior confident, tall when among all Ever been faced with defeat? Man, hell nah Saint was raised by a man of a man, son Tribal blood runs hot like a red sun Navajo, lemme know who wanna rush me Who wanna catch heat when I release these Warrior forged hard rounds for a fool Thinkin’ he’s hard and down with the old school You don’t know how it is in the trench, kid When ballistics shift at the redskin So if you got what it takes, knuckle up quick Feel the red son’s heat when it gets thick Strength and honor, tribe and bloodline Warrior chosen, to protect mine Love and family, see my blood shine See the Saint rise to defend mine Unlike you, I do give a damn You and your kind killed many red men So like a hurricane movin’ across lands I administer pain with a swift hand Many a man tried to circle the redskin Armed to the teeth with the latest of weapons But in the heat of aggression, you’ll see Babies in uniforms cry for their moms, G Merciless, son, named for a reason Warrior red son wrath never leaves ‘em Room to move or crawl when the smoke clears Enemies broke and choked on their own tears Bullets, blood clots cooked in the brain pan Pay the price when you fight with a red man Let my enemies know I’mma send some Blades of vengeance swung by a shogun Strength and honor, tribe and bloodline Warrior chosen, to protect mine Love and family, see my blood shine See the Saint rise to defend mine Am I born to live or am I bred to die? Tell me now ‘fore I rise to avenge mine When the warrior starts to oppose all I’m never gonna retreat, man, hell nah Out of the darkness of hate, I’mma rise up Level aggressive strength when I flex, what Number of bulls-eyes did renegade hit In the midst of a fight, I’m a beast, kid Speakin’ of battle makes renegades feel Triballistic, made from a strong-willed Line of chiefs who seen and opposed those Federal hitmen fit in the blue coats Now the renegade settles any score Feel the reign of a Saint in a downpour Warriors born in the darkness of time Rise, remain on alert on the frontline Strength and honor, tribe and bloodline Warrior chosen, to protect mine Love and family, see my blood shine See the Saint rise to defend mine

G.O.W. (Gathering Of Weapons) Violence against red men never ends When the government sees redskins as a threat then Moves are made to arrest and condemn Native American blood from the land then Americans feel safe? What about my race? How many times do we gotta be misplaced? Where’s the right to defend and protect mine? Gather up the weapons, move to the frontline The black mark in society is me Navajo, Laguna, Washo alive, G Mexican adds to the mix in the line Fully indigenous, ready to bring my Line of thought to the surface of mankind Check the history, then you’ll know why I’m prepared for the battle to be fought Measure the violence born from a mad thought First of all, they drew first blood Killing the redskin down to the last one Second, came the cross and whip Kneel before God or suffer a few licks Third, came the death of identity Boarding school made sure that I ain’t me So you see a Saint is aware Of the war of the worlds and I am prepared Violence against red men never ends When the government sees redskins as a threat then Moves are made to arrest and condemn Native American blood from the land then Americans feel safe? What about my race? How many times do we gotta be misplaced? Where’s the right to defend and protect mine? Gather up the weapons, move to the frontline Blood dynamics, race relations Drives a wedge into warrior nations Who’s a full-blood? Who’s a mixed-breed? Who’s the wannabe claimin’ to be me? A lot of redskins I know can recall Their relations before the downfall Blood and heritage, love and marriage is Leadin’ to thinnin’ of indian lineages Why can’t the warrior claim him a red queen? Why can’t the queen keep her a red king? Is it cuz we lost all the old ways? Is it cuz we know that we been played? No more Native blood is the new route Reds are on the way to be bred out Google statistics on indian blood And how many red ones are actually red, son Violence against red men never ends When the government sees redskins as a threat then Moves are made to arrest and condemn Native American blood from the land then Americans feel safe? What about my race? How many times do we gotta be misplaced? Where’s the right to defend and protect mine? Gather up the weapons, move to the frontline Many times indians try Bein’ down with a gang and I ask why Are you followin’ fools when your own blood Stands for more than guns and a few drugs Claim north side, claim south side How ‘bout raisin’ fists for your own tribe? Stand tall, native Lead, never get led Down the path of life in the bloodshed I can speak cuz I seen what a man can Do when caught with a gun in the wrong hand Point, click, bang! Feel the pain when Guilt sets into the heart of a hard man Tears are shed cuz it hurts when you take life Many a gangster screamed In the moonlight Seein’ a dead man’s eyes in the darkness Tests the mettle of the bold and the heartless Violence against red men never ends When the government sees redskins as a threat then Moves are made to arrest and condemn Native American blood from the land then Americans feel safe? What about my race? How many times do we gotta be misplaced? Where’s the right to defend and protect mine? Gather up the weapons, move to the frontline

THE STORY OF... The story of life is a blink of an eye The story of love is hello and goodbye Until we meet again, until we meet again The story of life is a blink of an eye The story of love is hello and goodbye Until we meet again, until we meet again You taught me to live and taught me to fly straight Love you gave, nobody will ever take Away from me because I learned from you, see Never turn from a friend or enemy Hold my head high, have a clear mind Walk the line of those who lived right Though at times, it hurts to be headstrong You might have been mad at me when I did wrong But you always stand by the Saint’s side Watch my back from high in the sky And I cry and cry cuz I couldn’t understand why You had to die without hello or goodbye From me had who given you so much love Hear the prayers and thanks I send above You’re the brother who taught this one to win Feel the love within ‘til we meet again The story of life is a blink of an eye The story of love is hello and goodbye Until we meet again, until we meet again The story of life is a blink of an eye The story of love is hello and goodbye Until we meet again, until we meet again So many folks we lose to the booze, G Why must the indian take that first drink? All of my uncles were veterans, man Warriors in war time live with the pain, they Took the bottle down to a thin line Family cries and I hope that they feel my Anger, madness of my people on the brink Red power drowned with the first drink Warriors sink in an ocean of tears A future left in the past is what I fear And in my eyes, I seen my folks cry For so many indians who wanted to get high In an alcohol haze many reds paid Sellin’ their souls to the drug and the drink, eh So many reds don’t know when to say when Until then, be strong ‘til we meet again The story of life is a blink of an eye The story of love is hello and goodbye Until we meet again, until we meet again The story of life is a blink of an eye The story of love is hello and goodbye Until we meet again, until we meet again All my relations live for the day Some get taken, some just fade away Some fold on a darkened highway Some lose hard to a life of gunplay So I pray everyday for the souls passed Those in Heaven who walked on the red path Look up high, look to the red sky See the horizon and see how the stars shine Souls of my fam past shine within me Family blood in the tribes run eternally So I’ll honor the line and remain real Livin’ a warrior life is a done deal And I will live on to my full-term This renegade got a grip of things to learn Peace to the woman, peace to the red man Peace to my family past until we meet again The story of life is a blink of an eye The story of love is hello and goodbye Until we meet again, until we meet again The story of life is a blink of an eye The story of love is hello and goodbye Until we meet again, until we meet again

TAKE A KNEE I remember back in the day when Rap was original, non-residual Now it’s the same old thing, same old thing Take a knee for the rap music industry All the creativity’s gone Some new fools Same old damn song Hip-hop gloss got lost in the sauce Now everybody wanna be on top With the lame-ass rhymes and the lame-ass sound The best rap music began as underground KRS-1, Run-DMC Eric B., Rakim, EPMD Too $hort, Ice-T Public Enemy Showed us the rise of rhythm and rhyme, G Now the crap that’s out is a joke Everybody wanna brag on the blunt smoke Or the two nines or some rims Grammy’s don’t make you a legend in the game, kid I remember back in the day when Rap was original, non-residual Now it’s the same old thing, same old thing Same old beats, BS, and bling-bling I remember back in the day when Rap was original, non-residual Now it’s the same old thing, same old thing Take a knee for the rap music industry So you got money but where’s your heart? Hip-hop’s on it’s way to a lost art Back in the day, lyrics and rhymes Demonstrated depth in a young mind Now all you need is a dumb-ass hook The same drum beat and ridiculous look The time is now and the game has changed But roots are roots and soul should remain, man Yeah, I am new And I’m old school And I know what hip-hop’s about, fool What’s the future of rap gonna be? Originality already died, G I remember back in the day when Rap was original, non-residual Now it’s the same old thing, same old thing Same old beats, BS, and bling-bling I remember back in the day when Rap was original, non-residual Now it’s the same old thing, same old thing Take a knee for the rap music industry Jam Master Jay, Tupac and Big ODB, Big Pun, Eazy-E did Leave their mark in the rap hall-of-fame True to the game they were to their last day Now some sucka tries to apply Some lame style to rap and I ask why Paint-by-numbers fools wanna play hard N.W.A. pulled that card Personified street crime into hard rhymes Dr. Dre and Cube on the front lines Recognize the originals and respect Rap’s headin’ hard for a car wreck I remember back in the day when Rap was original, non-residual Now it’s the same old thing, same old thing Same old beats, BS, and bling-bling I remember back in the day when Rap was original, non-residual Now it’s the same old thing, same old thing Take a knee for the rap music industry