Encore

Album: The Black Album (2003)

Thank you, thank you, thank you, you are far too kind

[Chorus] 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

[Verse One] Who you know fresher than Hov´? Riddle me that The rest of y´all know where I am lyrically at Can´t none of y´all mirror me back Yea hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime I am, young H.O., rap´s Grateful Dead Back to take over the globe, now break bread I am 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 f*ck 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 not replace him with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS

[Chorus] - 1/2

{What the hell are you waiting forrrr?}

[Verse Two] {*sighs*} 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 1st 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 yeahrs (yeah) As fate would´ve 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 aint to play games witchu It is to aim at you, probably maim you If I owe you I am 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´f*cker if you want this encore I need you to scream, ´til your lungs get sore

[Interlude] OWWWW! It is star time This man is MADE! He has 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, come on say it! HO-VA! HO-VA! Are y´all out there? {*crowd chants "HO-VA! HO-VA!"*} Are y´all out there? Come on, louder! Yea, now see that is what I am talkin bout They love you Jigga - they love you Jigga!

[Jay-Z] I like the way this one feel It is so muh´f*ckin soulful man! (Whoaaaaaahhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh) Yea {*crowd still chanting*} okay

[Verse Three] So this here´s the victory lap Then I am lea-vin, that is how you get me back After a yeahr of them 16´s, it is one point two And that is two point four, & I am only doin two You wanted to gain attention new dudes I can get you BET & TRL too You want to be in the public, send your budget Well f*ck it, I aint budgin! Young did it to death, you´ve got to love it Record companies told me I could not cut it Now look at me, all star-studded Golfer above par like I putted All cause the shit I uttered, was utterly ridiculous How sick is this? You wanna bang, send Kanye change, send Just some dust Send Hip a grip, then you got´ spit A little somethin like this, WOO!

{What the hell are you waiting forrrr?} {*piano plays out as crowd cheers loudly*}