text: No matter how hard you try, you cant stop us now
  No matter how hard you try, you cant stop us now
  Were the renegades of this atomic age
  This atomic age of renegades
  Renegades of this atomic age
  This atomic age of renegades
  Since the Prehistoric ages and the days of ancient Greece
  Right down through the Middle Ages
  Planet Earth kept going through changes
  And then no renaissance came 
  And times continued to change 
  Nothing stayed the same, but there were always renegades
  Like Chief Sitting Bull, Tom Paine
  Dr. Martin Luther King, Malcolm X
  They were renegades of their time and age
  So many renegades!
  Were the Renegades of funk
  Were the Renegades of funk
  Were the Renegades of funk
  Were the Renegades of funk
  From a different solar system
  Many, many galaxies away
  We are the force of another creation
  A new musical revelation
  And were on this musical mission, to help the others listen
  And groove from land to land, singin electronic chants like
  Zulu Nation
  Revelations
  Destroy all nations
  Destroy all nations
  Destroy all nations
  Destroy all nations
  Destroy all nations
  Destroy all nations
  Now renegades are the people with their own philosophies
  They change the course of history
  Everyday people like you and me
  Were the renegades, were the people with our own philosophies
  We change the course of history
  Everyday people like you and me
  Come on
  Were the renegades of funk
  Were the renegades of funk
  Were the renegades of funk
  Were the renegades of funk
  With Poppin, sockin, rockin puttin a side of hip-hop
  Because where were goin there aint no stoppin
  Poppin, sockin, rockin, puttin a side of hip-hop
  Because where were goin there aint no stoppin
  Poppin and sockin and rockin and puttin a side of hip-hop
  Cause were poppin, sockin, rockin puttin a side of hip-hop
  Poppin, sockin, rockin puttin a side of HIP-HOP!!
  Were the renegades of funk
  Were the renegades of funk
  Were the renegades of funk
  Were the renegades of funk
  Were teachers of the funk and not of empty popping
  Were blessed with the force and the sight of electronics
  With the bass, and the treble, the horns, and our vocals
  Cause every time I pop into the beat, we get fresh
  Come on
  Come on
  There was a time when our music
  Was something called The Bay Street beat
  People would gather from all around
  To get down to the big sound
  You had to be a renegade in those days
  To take a man to the dance floor
  Say jam sucka 
  Say jam sucka 
  Say groove sucka 
  Now groove sucka 
  Now dance sucka 
  Now dance sucka 
  Say move sucka 
  Now move sucka 
  Say jam sucka 
  Say jam sucka 
  Say groove sucka 
  Now groove sucka 
  Say dance sucka 
  Say dance sucka 
  Say move sucka 
  Now move sucka 
  Were the renegades of funk
  Were the renegades of funk
  Were the renegades of funk
  Were the renegades of funk
  Were the renegades of funk
  Were the renegades of funk
  Were the renegades of funk
  Were the renegades of funk