• Title:Encore
  • Artist:Jay-Z
  • Album:The Black Album
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    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 boss
    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 louvre but the yacht got a triple deck
    But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
    Grand openin, grand closin
    God damn 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
    Can I get an encore, do you want more
    What the hell are you waiting forrrr?
    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
    OWWWW! It's star time
    This man is MADE! He's KILLIN all y'all jive turkeys
    Do y'all want more of the Jigga man?
    Well if y'all want more of the Jigga man
    Then I need y'all to help me, bring him back to stage
    Say Hova, c'mon say it!
    HO-VA! HO-VA! Are y'all out there? *HOVA! HOVA!*
    Are y'all out there? C'mon, louder!
    Yeah, now see that's what I'm talkin bout
    They love you Jigga - they love you Jigga!
    I like the way this one feel
    It's so muh'fuckin soulful man!
    (Whoaaaaaahhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh)
    Yeah , okay!
    So this here is the victory lap
    Then I'm lea-vin, that's how you get me back
    After a year of them 16's, it's one point two
    And that's two point four, and I'm only doin two
    You wanted to gain attention new dudes
    I can get you BET and TRL too
    You wanna be in the public, send your budget
    Well fuck it, I ain't budgin!
    Young did it to death, you gotta love it
    Record companies told me I couldn't cut it
    Now look at me, all star-studded
    Golf far above par like I putted
    All cause the shit I uttered, was utterly ridiculous
    How sick is this?
    You want to bang, send Kanye a chain, send Just some dust
    Send Hip a grip, then you gotta spit. . .
    what the hell are you waitin for
    A little somethin like this, WOO!