Encore
Jay-Z/John Legend/Don C/GLC & Kanye West Lyrics

Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind
Expressing gratitude for the applause and appreciation received from the audience.

Now can I get an encore, do you want more Cooking raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y'all to roar
Asking the audience for one final round of applause while showcasing talent with the Brooklyn boy, and requesting the crowd to make some noise.

{What the hell are you waiting for?}
Urging the crowd to cheer and show excitement for the performance.

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 hearing me rap is like hearing 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 low but the yacht got a triple deck But when you young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep Grand opening, grand closing God your man Hov' cracked the can open again Who you goin' find doper than him with no pen Just draw off inspiration Soon you goin' see you can't replace him With cheap imitations for these generations
Comparing himself to other rappers and declaring himself as one of the best. He is a legend in the rap industry, revered by many. He shares his global success, but also acknowledges that it comes with a price. He warns against trying to imitate his unique style and encourages artists to create original content inspired by his success.

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, wearing the 4-5 It ain't to play games with you It's to aim at you, probably maim you If I owe you I'm blowing 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, 'til your lungs get sore
Reflecting on his rise to success and the challenges he faced in the music industry. Acknowledging the love and support he has received, he affirms his status as a music icon and hints at retirement. He also warns those who might try to come after him and let's the crowd know that they need to cheer loudly to have him come back for an encore.

It's star time This man is made! He's killing 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? (HO-VA! HO-VA!) Are y'all out there? C'mon, louder! Yeah, now see that's what I'm talking bout They love you Jigga, they love you Jigga!
Hype-man getting the crowd excited, and whipping them up into a frenzy. The crowd is urged to call out for Jay-Z to return to the stage, and show their love and admiration for him.

I like the way this one feel It's so motherfucking soulful man! Yeah okay
Liking the vibe of the performance and acknowledging how great it feels. Being appreciative of the crowd's energy.

So this here is the victory lap Then I'm leaving, that's how you get me back After a year of them sixteen's, it's one point two And that's two point four, and I'm only doing 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 budging! 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 Golfer above par like I putted All cause the shit I uttered, was utterly ridiculous How sick is this? You want to bang, send Kanye change, send Just some dust Send Hip a grip, then you got' spit A little something like this {What the hell are you waiting for?}
Celebrating the success and longevity of his career, and reflecting on how he proved his critics and doubters wrong. Not budging to requests for collaborations, he assures that his unique abilities and creativity are still what makes him a success. Urging the crowd once again to show their enthusiasm.