Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Uh,
woo,
yeah,
woo, woo, woo
Can I get a encore?
Do you want more?
Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boys
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
Now what the hell are you waiting for?
And for me, there should be no more
So for one last time,
nigga, make some noise
Get him, 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,
hear me rap is like hand sheet,
rapping is prime.
I'm young H-O,
rap's great from day.
Back to take over the globe,
now break bread.
I'm in Boeing, Jet, slow express.
Out the country,
but the blueberries still connect.
On the low, but the God got a triple deck.
But when you young,
what the * you expect?
Yep, yep,
grand opening, grand closing.
God damn,
you're man, Hov.
Crack the can open again.
Who you gonna find doping a hand with no pants?
Just throw off inspiration
Soon you gonna see you can't replace him
With cheap imitations from these generations I gotta hardcore,
do you want more?
Cook and roll with the Brooklyn boys
So for one last time I need y'all to fall
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn Yeah
Woo!
Now what the hell are you waiting for?
And for me, there should be no more
So for one last time,
nigga, 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 wait for you
From Marcy to Madison Square To the only thing that matters in just a matter
of years As fate would have it,
J status appears To be at an all-time high,
perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan,
we're in the 4-5
It ain't to play games with you,
it's to aim at you,
probably mean you If I owe you,
I'm blowing you to cinder rings,
cocksuckers take one for your team
And I need you to remember one thing
I came out so I'd conquer,
from record sales,
sold out concerts
Motherfucker if you want this encore,
I need you to scream until your lungs can stop
Tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
But under the pressure of 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 becoming this All I want you to do
Is be more like me And be less like you
I've become so numb
Can I get a up throw?
Do you want more?
More?
More?
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