Numb\/Encore - Jay-Z and Linkin Park (lyrics) Yeah Thank you, thank you, thank you, you\u0027re far too kind Uh, whoo, yeah! Ready? Whoo, whoo, whoo! (Let\u0027s go) Can I get an encore? Do you want more? Cookin\u0027 raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y\u0027all to roar Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah! Now, what the hell are you waitin\u0027 for After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga make some noise Get \u0027em Jay! Who you know fresher than Hov\u0027? Riddle me that The rest of y\u0027all know where I\u0027m lyrically at Can\u0027t none of y\u0027all mirror me back Yeah, hearin\u0027 me rap is like hearin\u0027 G rap in his prime I\u0027m Young H.O., rap\u0027s grateful dead \u0027Bout to take over the globe, now break bread I\u0027m 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\u0027, grand closin\u0027 Goddamn, your man Hov\u0027 cracked the can open again Who you gon\u0027 find doper than him with no pen Just draw off inspiration (-tion) Soon you gon\u0027 see you can\u0027t replace him (him) With cheap imitations for these generations Can I get an encore? Do you want more? Cookin\u0027 raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y\u0027all to roar Uh, uh, yeah Now, what the hell are you waitin\u0027 for? After me, there shall 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 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 (yeah) As fate would have it, Jay\u0027s status appears To be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye When I come back like Jordan We\u0027re in the four five, it ain\u0027t to play games with you It\u0027s to aim at you, probably maim you If I owe you, I\u0027m blowin\u0027 you to smithereens 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, motherfucker, if you want this encore I need you to scream, \u0027til your lungs get sore (come on) I\u0027m tired of being what you want me to be Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface Don\u0027t know what you\u0027re expecting of me Put 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\u0027ve become so numb, I can\u0027t feel you there Become so tired, so much more aware I\u0027m becoming this, all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you I\u0027ve become so numb Can I get an encore? Do you want more? (more, more, more) I\u0027ve become so numb So for one last time I need y\u0027all to roar One last time I need y\u0027all to roar