Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind
Now 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
Now what the hell are you waitin for After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga 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 God your man Hov' cracked the can open again Who you 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 DESE GENERATIONS
Now 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
Now what the hell are you waitin for After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga make some noise
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 (yea) 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 witchu It's to aim at you, probably maim you If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens Cocksucker 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 muh'fucker if you want this encore I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore
I'm tired of being what you want me to be Feeling so faithless Lost under the surface I don't know what you're expecting of me Put under the pressure walking in your shoes Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow 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 there Become so tired So much more aware I'm become in this All i want to do Is be more like me And be less like you
I've become so numb Now 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
Compositores: Bradford Philip Delson (Brad Delson) (BMI), Chester Charles Bennington (Chester Bennington) (BMI), David Michael Farrell (David Farrell) (BMI), Joseph Hahn (Joe Hahn) (BMI), Michael Kenji Shinoda (Mike Shinoda) (BMI), Robert G Bourdon (Bourdon Robert) (BMI)Editores: Big Bad Mr Hahn Music (BMI), Chesterchaz Publishing (BMI), Kenji Kobayashi Music (BMI), Nondisclosure Agreement Music (BMI), Pancakey Cakes Music (BMI), Rob Bourdon Music (BMI), Willesden Music Inc (BMI)Publicado em 2018 (20/Abr)ECAD verificado obra #1012725 e fonograma #16234786 em 02/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM