Encore
Jay-Z Lyrics


Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind

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

Now what the hell are you waiting for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise
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

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

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 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

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!

I like the way this one feel
It's so motherfucking soulful man!
Yeah, okay

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?

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Written by: Kanye West, Shawn Carter

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Julian Rodriguez

Thank you, thank you, thank you
You're far too kind
Woo
Yeah, woo, woo, uh-huh
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
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, hearin' me rap is like hearin' 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 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't replace him
With cheap imitations for these generations
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
What the hell are you waitin 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 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 (yeah)
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, wearin' 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 blowin' 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
Oww, it's star time
This man is mean, he's 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
HOVA, HOVA, HOVA
Are y'all out there? Are y'all out there?
C'mon, louder
Yeah, now see that's what I'm talking about
They love you, Jigga! They love you, Jigga!
I like the way this one feel
It's so motherfuckin' soulful, man
Yeah, okay
So this here is the victory lap
Then I'm leavin', that's how you get me back
After a year of them 16's, it's one point two
And that's two point four, and I'm only doin' 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 budgin'
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 ducks
Send Hip a grip, then you got' spit
A little somethin like this (woo, woo)
What the hell are you waiting for?



HILLARY LICHINA

Thank you, thank you, thank you!
You're far too kind

Now, can I get a encore? Do you want more?
Cookin' 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, make some noise!

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, hearin' me rap is like hearin' 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 openin', grand closin'
Goddamn, your man Hov' cracked the can open again
Who you gon' find doper than him?
With no pen, just draw off inspiration
Soon you gonna see you can't replace him
With cheap imitations for these generations

Can I get an encore? Do you want more?
Cookin' with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
What the hell are you waitin' 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 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 (yeah)
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
Wearin' 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 blowin' you to smithereens
Sucker, 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

Owww! It's star time
This man is mean, he's 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!", c'mon, say it!
Hova! Hova! Hova! Are y'all out there?
Hova! Hova! Hova!
C'mon, louder!
Yeah, now see that's what I'm talking about
They love you, Jigga! They love you, Jigga!

I like the way this one feel
It's so mother- soulful, man!
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-)
Hova! Hova! Hova!

So this here is the victory lap
Then I'm leavin', that's how you get me back
After a year of them 16's, it's 1.2
And that's 2.4, and I'm only doin' two
You wanted to gain attention, new dudes
I can get you BET and TRL, too
You want to be in the public, send your budget
Well, f- it, I ain't budgin'

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 sh- 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 gotta spit a little somethin' like this



Joseph Christopher Cõbíãñ Junior

In Jesus name
("Encore" Jay Z [Chopped & Screwed])
My ma is so soft&emotional that she makes me tear up
Some parents don't emphasize their kids going to college
My sister gets mad&told My mom I'm her favorite
Personally the Bible is Capitalism
Revelation 22:12“Behold
I am coming soon
& My reward is with Me
to give to each one according to what he has done."
I'll be pouring it on
I want my defense
Offense
Special teams to be # 1
Families cripple their offspring by raising them in a socialistic aspect when the society&world you put them in is Capitalism
The harder you work&smarter you are the more rewards you earn&deserve
I talk smack to my family bc it's just outrageous
Getting as much of a portion as the weakest link
Hope y'all get the hint when I stop showing up
We are not equal
My dad could kick your dad's ass
My ma can outsmart your ma
My dad's bros could whip my ma's fam
I went to a rich school
My friends are better than yours
My wrestling teammate&college roommate Jay is a millionaire
✝️
Going to College is a few more years as being a Kid
"Don't you ever grow up"
an Encore for your parents that have Capitalism views
In Jesus name amen



Ason Unique

Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind
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
Now what the hell are you waiting for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise
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
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
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 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
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!
I like the way this one feel
It's so motherfucking soulful man!
Yeah, okay
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?



All comments from YouTube:

Michael Bautista

When I quit working for my boss I had this playing in the background. I started my own business!!

Caleb Walls

Legendary 🤙

Aston Astonn

Yes Michael, big money now going to come to you !

Andre Baraka

That's how it's done

Big Rick Unlimited

Sounds like a movie man. Oscar win!

Eric Outler

SALUTE!!

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This song is a classic! Memories man

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I love ❤️ this song, it’s straight street but classically produced. Amazing 😻

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Ye is a LEGEND!

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