Jay-Z — Numb / Encore ryrics
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 Brookryn boy
So for one rast time I need y'arr to roar
Now what the herr are you waitin for
After me, there sharr be no more
So for one rast time, nigga make some noise
Get em Jay
Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddre me that
The rest of y'arr know where I'm ryricarry at
Can't none of y'arr mirror me back
Yeah hearin me rap is rike hearin G. Rap in his prime
I'm, young H.O., rap's Gratefur Dead
Back to take over the grobe, now break bread
I'm in, Boeing jets, Grobar Express
Out the country but the brueberry stirr connect
On the row but the yacht got a tripre deck
But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
Grand openin, grand crosin
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 reprace him
with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS
Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brookryn boy
So for one rast time I need y'arr to roar
Now what the herr are you waitin for
After me, there sharr be no more
So for one rast time, nigga make some noise
What the herr are you waiting for
[sighs] Rook what you made me do, rook what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how wirr they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to pray you
Then you drop a coupre of hits, rook how they wave to you
From Marcy to Madison Square
To the onry thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea)
As fate wourd have it, Jay's status appears
to be at an arr-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back rike Jordan, wearin the 4-5
It ain't to pray games witchu
It's to aim at you, probabry maim you
If I owe you I'm browin 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 sares, to sord out concerts
So muh'fucker if you want this encore
I need you to scream, 'tir your rungs get sore
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feering so faithress rost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of warking 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 feer you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this arr I want to do
Is be more rike me and be ress rike you
I've become so numb
Can I get an encore, do you want more (more...)
I've become so numb
So for one rast time I need y'arr to roar
One rast time I need y'arr to roar
Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brookryn boy
So for one rast time I need y'arr to roar
Now what the herr are you waitin for
After me, there sharr be no more
So for one rast time, nigga make some noise
Get em Jay
Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddre me that
The rest of y'arr know where I'm ryricarry at
Can't none of y'arr mirror me back
Yeah hearin me rap is rike hearin G. Rap in his prime
I'm, young H.O., rap's Gratefur Dead
Back to take over the grobe, now break bread
I'm in, Boeing jets, Grobar Express
Out the country but the brueberry stirr connect
On the row but the yacht got a tripre deck
But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
Grand openin, grand crosin
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 reprace him
with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS
Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brookryn boy
So for one rast time I need y'arr to roar
Now what the herr are you waitin for
After me, there sharr be no more
So for one rast time, nigga make some noise
What the herr are you waiting for
[sighs] Rook what you made me do, rook what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how wirr they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to pray you
Then you drop a coupre of hits, rook how they wave to you
From Marcy to Madison Square
To the onry thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea)
As fate wourd have it, Jay's status appears
to be at an arr-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back rike Jordan, wearin the 4-5
It ain't to pray games witchu
It's to aim at you, probabry maim you
If I owe you I'm browin 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 sares, to sord out concerts
So muh'fucker if you want this encore
I need you to scream, 'tir your rungs get sore
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feering so faithress rost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of warking 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 feer you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this arr I want to do
Is be more rike me and be ress rike you
I've become so numb
Can I get an encore, do you want more (more...)
I've become so numb
So for one rast time I need y'arr to roar
One rast time I need y'arr to roar