Linkin Park - Numb/Encore (feat. Jay-Z)

YeahThank you, thank you, thank youYou’re far too kindHahaUh, yeahReady?Let’s go
Can I get a encore? Do you want more?Cookin’ raw with the Brooklyn boySo, for one last time, I need y’all to roarNow, what the hell are you waiting for?After me, there shall be no moreSo, for one last time, nigga, make some noise
Get ‘em, Jay
Who you know fresher than Hov? Riddle me thatThe rest of y’all know where I’m lyrically atCan’t none of y’all mirror me backYeah, hearin’ me rap is like hearin’ G. Rap in his primeI’m young H.O.: Rap’s Grateful DeadBack to take over the globe—now break breadI’m in Boeing jets, Global ExpressOut the country but the blueberry still connectOn the low but the yacht got a triple deckBut when you young what the fuck you expect? (yep, yep)Grand openin’—grand closin’God damn, your man Hov cracked the can open againWho you gon’ find doper than him with no pen?Just draw off inspirationSoon you gon’ see you can’t replace him (him)With cheap imitations for these generations
Can I get a encore? Do you want more?Cookin’ raw with the Brooklyn boySo, for one last time, I need y’all to roarNow, what the hell are you waiting for?After me, there shall be no moreSo, for one last time, nigga, make some noiseWhat the hell are you waiting for
Look what you made me do, look what I made for youKnew if I paid my dues how will they pay you?When you first come in the game they try to play youThen you drop a couple of hits—look how they wave to youFrom Marcy to Madison SquareTo the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yeah)As fate would have it Jay’s status appearsTo be at an all-time high—perfect time to say goodbyeWhen I come back like Jordan wearin’ the four-fiveIt ain’t to play games with youIt’s to aim at you—probably maim youIf I owe you I’ll blow you to smithereensCocksucka’, take one for your teamAnd I need you to remember one thing (one thing)I came, I saw, I conqueredFrom record sales to sold-out concertsSo mo’fucka’, if you want this encoreI need you to scream ‘til your lungs get sore
I’m tired of being what you want me to beFeeling so faithlessLost under the surfaceDon’t know what you’re expecting of mePut under the pressureOf walking in your shoesCaught in the undertowWe’re just caught in the undertowEvery step that I take is another mistake to youCaught in the undertowWe’re just caught in the undertowAnd every second I waste is more than I can take
I’ve become so numbI can’t feel you thereBecome so tiredSo much more awareI’m becoming thisAll I want to doIs be more like meAnd be less like you
I’ve become so numbCan I get a encore? Do you want more? (more)I’ve become so numbSo, for one last time, I need y’all to roarOne last time, I need y’all to roar