Numb/Encore lyrics
Yeah, thank you, thank you, thank you, far too kindHaha! Yeah, ready? Let’s go
Can I get an encore, do you want more?Cookin’ raw with the Brooklyn boySo for one last time, I need y’all to roarUh, uh, uh, uh (yeah)Now what the hell are you waitin’ for?After me, there shall be no moreSo for one last time, nigga, make some noiseGet ’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 prime
I’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 connect
On the low, but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you Young, what the fuck you expect?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 inspirationSoon you gon’ see you can’t replace himWith cheap imitations for these generations
Can I get an encore, do you want more?Cookin’ raw with the Brooklyn boySo for one last time, I need y’all to roarRoar, roar, roar (yeah)Now what the hell are you waitin’ for?After me, there shall be no moreSo for one last time, nigga, make some noiseWhat the hell are you waitin’ 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 you (look how they wave to you)
From Marcy to Madison SquareTo the only thing that matters in just a matter of yearsAs fate would have it, Jay’s status appearsTo be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan, wearin’ the 45It ain’t to play games with youIt’s to aim at you, probably maim youIf I owe you, I’m blowin’ you to smithereensCocksucker, take one for your teamAn’ I need you to remember one thing (one thing)
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales to sold out concertsSo mo’fucker, if you want this encoreI need you to scream ’til your lungs get sore (come on)
I’m tired of being what you want me to beFeeling so faithless, lost under the surfaceDon’t know what you’re expecting of mePut under the pressure of walking in your shoes
Every step that I take is another mistake to you(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)And every second I waste is more than I can take
I’ve become so numb, I can’t feel you thereBecome so tired, so much more awareI’m becoming this, all I want to doIs be more like me and be less like you
I’ve become so numbCan I get an encore, do you want more? (More, more, 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