Numb / Encore ft. Linkin Park Lyrics

Numb / Encore ft. Linkin Park - JAY-Z

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Thank you, thank you, thank you!

You're far too kind

Now, can I get a encore? Do you want more?

Cookin' with the Brooklyn boy

So for one last time I need y'all to roar

Now what the hell are you waitin' for?

After me, there shall be no more

So for one last time, make some noise!

Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that

The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at

Can't none of y'all mirror me back

Yeah, hearin' me rap is like hearin' G Rap in his prime

I'm Young H-O, rap's Grateful Dead

Back to take over the globe, now break bread

I'm in Boeing jets, Global Express

Out the country, but the blueberry still connect

On the low, but the yacht got a triple deck

But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep

Grand openin', grand closin'

Goddamn, your man Hov' cracked the can open again

Who you gon' find doper than him?

With no pen, just draw off inspiration

Soon you gonna see you can't replace him

With cheap imitations for these generations

Can I get an encore? Do you want more?

Cookin' with the Brooklyn boy

So for one last time I need y'all to roar

What the hell are you waitin' for?

Look what you made me do, look what I made for you

Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you?

When you first come in the game, they try to play you

Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you

From Marcy to Madison Square

To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yeah)

As fate would have it, Jay's status appears

To be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye

When I come back like Jordan

Wearin' the 4-5, it ain't to play games with you

It's to aim at you, probably maim you

If I owe you, I'm blowin' you to smithereens

Sucker, take one for your team!

And I need you to remember one thing (one thing)

I came, I saw, I conquered

From record sales to sold-out concerts

So, motherfucker, if you want this encore

I need you to scream 'til your lungs get sore

Owww! It's star time

This man is mean, he's killin' all y'all jive turkeys

Do y'all want more of the Jigga man?

Well, if y'all want more of the Jigga man

Then I need y'all to help me bring him back to stage

Say "Hova!", c'mon, say it!

Hova! Hova! Hova! Are y'all out there?

Hova! Hova! Hova!

C'mon, louder!

Yeah, now see that's what I'm talking about

They love you, Jigga! They love you, Jigga!

I like the way this one feel

It's so mother- soulful, man!

(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-)

Hova! Hova! Hova!

So this here is the victory lap

Then I'm leavin', that's how you get me back

After a year of them 16's, it's 1.2

And that's 2.4, and I'm only doin' two

You wanted to gain attention, new dudes

I can get you BET and TRL, too

You want to be in the public, send your budget

Well, f- it, I ain't budgin'

Young did it to death, you gotta love it

Record companies told me I couldn't cut it

Now look at me, all star-studded

Golfer above par like I putted

All 'cause the sh- I uttered was utterly ridiculous

How sick is this?

You want to bang, send Kanye change

Send Just some dust, send Hip a grip

Then you gotta spit a little somethin' like this