You wanted to fuckin’ walk around these roaches. These niggas is roaches. These niggas is mere motherfuckin’ mortals. I’m tryna push you to supreme bein’. You don’t wanna motherfuckin’… You don’t wanna embrace your destiny, you wanna get by. You don’t wanna go into the motherfuckin’ dark where it’s lonely. You can’t handle the motherfuckin’, the pain of the motherfuckin’ not knowin’ when the shit is gonna stop.
You fuckin’ wanna walk around these niggas? What the fuck is their culture? Where the fuck is their souls at? What defines you? These niggas with these fuckin’ silly looks on their faces. You wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk with god, nigga? Make up your goddamn mind.
Fuckin’ wanna talk about fuckin’ jewelries and Bentley’s and Hublot’s and fuckin’ art that niggas ain’t got on their fuckin’ walls and fuckin’ mansions niggas ain’t got. Niggas can’t even pay the IRS, let alone their fuckin’ staff, nigga. You gotta tell the truth, man. The truth’ll set you free, son, the truth will set you free.Sean “Diddy” Combs
He comes from the outskirts of the poverty stricken small town known as Estill, South Carolina. A place with low education rates, high unemployment rates, and the crime rate ain’t far behind. It would seem like escaping the area is unheard of, sort of like Estill itself. Of course growing up we hear “you can be anything you want to be” no matter where we’re from. However when C. Renegade looked around he saw nothing. He saw a bunch of nonodies. Ren wanted to be something. He wanted to be somebody.
In 1998, Ren started scribbling short raps in class and dreamed of a career in Hip Hop. Even at career day in the fifth grade, he tied a blue bandana around his head like 2Pac and told his teacher he wanted to be a rapper. She was the first of many to try and discourage him. Though Ren was quiet he felt it was time to speak up.
Ren’s pleas fell on death ears. With no one to turn to, he learned to produce and record his own music. He put a makeshift studio together, piece by piece. He compiled music, recruited talent and put albums together. He designed his own album covers and flyers to promote his music and sold it out his trunk at school. Basically, he took his career in his own hands.
As Ren grew older, the desire to be a rapper became less and less appealing, but the desire for a career in the entertainment industry grew. Ren doesn’t limit or label himself as just a rapper. Ren is a producer, a budding musician, a song writer, and as he started Muzik Clazz Entertainment, a business man.
Over the years, though a lot has changed, a few things remain the same. Ren is still dreaming and naysayers are still doubting. Though the music speaks for itself, you can’t make anyone listen. Whether anyone listens or not, C. Renegade keeps talking.
I aint mad at you young king, this unsung song is haunting
Along comes a one son called a offspring
The Earth spins, my old herb grin, sung a church hymn
She birthed in September, took my first win, again, the Earth spins
I jumped in my first Benz, fled out, laid out
Screams got in the game and took bread out
The nerve of these niggas, weak flow, yo Cole lets murder this sequel
Freedom or jail from Fayetteville to QB though
Cause back when I was young there was massive niggas
But I passed them niggas, just bein nasty nigga
Military had fatigue pants saggin, Hennyd up
Execs askin will he live to see his own release date happen
Straight off the corner with the armor, armor and hammer
But I had a pill, I was a charmer
Yet still bein my mommas son was my biggest honor
This shit was just kinda just a hobby in my project lobby
We was tryna be the Queensbridge Cosbys
But the street life robbed me of that, so I had to put it in raps
And who could I ask for help? Older niggas was gettin mad
But thats The Gift and The Curse, thats the good and the bad
At least you got Jay, but he already one of the greats
And its hard for the great to tell somebody how to be great
Nigga I tried and niggas threw that shit right back in my face
They took my cosign, but they aint let me EP their tapes
And when they joint tank, thats when they point blame
So point blank young Cole, you wont be the same
The first album freedoms and them fourth album presses
A big difference between em but I get why you said it
Radio records are needed, I just want it to bring the warnin
Global warmin to that cold world you was breathin
Thats some advice I never got
If I dont sell another record, Ill just steady rock
While you was writin down my rhymes I was just tryna show you
That if you say whats on your mind, you can stand the test of time
Now Im playin Born Sinner loud, so you live rock the crowd
Like wow, you made your nigga Nas proud
So you aint let Nas down
Its just part of the game, becoming a rap king, my nigga
You aint let Nas down
How that sound? Here the crown, pass it to you like nothin nigga
You aint let Nas down
Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
Slick Rick was like Jesus, G Rap wrote the Bible
Now what youre bout to hears a tale of glory and sin
Large Professors my mentor, thats how the story ends…