Numb / Encore

Yeah
Thank you, thank you, thank you
You're far too kind
Uh, yeah, ready?
Uh, let's go

Can I get an encore? Do you want more?
Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time, I need y'all to roar
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Yeah, yeah)
Now, what the hell are you waiting for?
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, make some noise
(Get 'em, Jay)

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 send over the globe, now break bread
I'm in Boeing jets, Global Express
Out the country, but the blueberry still connects
On the low, but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you're young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
Grand openin', grand closin'
Grab your man, Hov, crack the can open again
Who they gon' find doper than him with no pen?
Just draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you can't replace him
With cheap imitations for these generations

Can I get an encore? Do you want more?
Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time, I need y'all to roar
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Yeah, yeah)
Now, what the hell are you waiting for?
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, make some noise

What the hell are you waiting 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 (How they wave to you)
From Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing that matters, it's just a matter of years (Years)
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
It's up to 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, motherfuckers, who want this encore?
I need you to scream 'til your lungs get sore, come on

Tired of bein' what you want me to be
Feelin' so faithless, lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expectin' of me
Put under the pressure of walkin' in your shoes
(Cold, the pressure's cold)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Cold, the pressure's cold)
And every second I waste is more than I can take

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
Become so tired, so much more aware
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
I've become so numb

Can I get an encore? Do you want more?
(I've become so numb)
So for one last time, I need y'all to roar
One last time, I need y'all to roar