Sunday, November 06, 2005
-*the thief
Mike: Yeah.
Jay: Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind.
Mike: Haha.Jay: Woo!
Mike: Ready? Let's go.
Jay: Can I get an encore?Do you want more?Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boySo, for one last time I need y'all to roar
Mike: Yeah
Jay: Now what the hell are you waitin, for?
Jay + Mike: After me, there shall be no moreSo, for one last time, nigga, make some noise
Mike: Get em, Jay
Jay: Who you know fresher than HOV? Riddle me thatThe rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically atCan't none of y'all mirror me backYeah, hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his primeI'm young H.O., rap's Grateful DeadBack to take over the globe, now break breadI'm in Boeing jets, Global ExpressOut the country, but the blueberry still connectOn the low, but the yacht got a triple deckBut when you young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep, grand openin, grand closinGod, your man HOV cracked the can open againWho you gon find doper than him with no pen?Just draw off inspirationSoon you gon see you can't replace himWith cheap imitations for these generationsNow can I get an encore?Do you want more?Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boySo, for one last time, I need y'all to roar
Mike: Yeah
Jay: Now what the hell are you waitin for?
Jay + Mike: After me, there shall be no moreSo for one last time, nigga, make some noise
Jay: What the hell are you waiting for...?::sigh:: Look what you made me doLook what I made for youKnew if I paid my duesHow will they pay you?When you first come in the gameThey try n play youThen you drop a couple of hitsLook how they wave to you
Mike: How they wave to you
Jay + Mike: From MarcyTo Madison Square
Jay: To the only thing that mattersIn just a matter of years (yeah)As fate would have itJay's status appearsTo be at an all-time highPerfect time to say goodbyeWhen I come back like JordanWearin the 4-5It ain't to play games witchuIt's to aim at you, probably maim youIf I owe youI'm blowin you to smithereensCocksucker, take one for your teamAnd I need you to remember one thing (one thing)I came, I saw, I conqueredFrom record sales, to sold out concertsSo muh'fucker if you want this encore
Mike + Jay: I need you to scream 'til your lungs get sore, c'mon
Chester: I'm tired of being what you want me to beFeeling so faithless, lost under the surfaceI don't know what you're expecting of mePut under the pressure of walking in your shoes
Mike: Caught in the undertowJust caught in the undertow
Chester: Every step that I takeIs another mistake to you...
Mike: Caught in the undertowJust caught in the undertow
Chester: And every second I wasteIs more than I can take...I've become so numb, I can't feel you thereI've become so tired, so much more awareI'm becoming this, all I want to doIs be more like me and be less like youI've become so numb...
Jay: Can I get an encoreDo you want more (more...)
Chester: I've become so numb...
Jay: So, for one last time, I need y'all to roarOne last time, I need y'all to roar
Sunday, November 06, 2005