Numb
zwieR.Z Lyrics

Thank you, thank you, thank you You're far too kind
Expressing gratitude for the audience applauding, while acknowledging their excessive praise

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 another performance, bragging about being from Brooklyn, and requesting a loud response for the final show

Now what the hell are you waiting for?
Demanding the audience to act immediately without hesitation

After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, make some noise
Stating that this will be the final show, and asking the audience to make noise in memory of it

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 damn 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
Boasting about being the greatest rapper, comparing himself to legendary rappers, and discussing his luxurious lifestyle, while warning others that he is irreplaceable

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, till your lungs get sore
Further showing off his talent and success, discussing the struggles of the music industry, and warning others not to cross him while asserting his dominance in the industry

I'm tired of being what you want me to be Feeling so faithless Lost under the surface I don't know what you're expecting of me Put under the pressure Of walking in your shoes
Expressing a feeling of being tired of living up to others' expectations and feeling lost and pressured to be someone else

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
Feeling stuck and unable to escape past mistakes, with every decision being criticized and leading to a sense of overwhelming pressure

I've become so numb I can't feel you there Become so tired So much more aware I'm becoming this All I want to do Is be more like me And be less like you
Feeling emotionally detached and fatigued, while becoming more self-aware and striving to be true to oneself and less influenced by others

Can I get an encore, do you want more? (More, more, more) I've become so numb For one last time I need y'all to roar (One last time I need y'all to roar)
Asking for another performance while reiterating feelings of emotional detachment, and requesting a loud response for the final show