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

[Chorus]
Now 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

[Verse One]
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 damn 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 DESE GENERATIONS

[Chorus - 1/2]

{What the hell are you waiting forrrr?}

[Verse Two]
[sighs] 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, wearin the 4-5
It ain´t to play games witchu
It´s to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I´m blowin you to smithereeens
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 muh´fucker if you want this encore
I need you to scream, ´til your lungs get sore

[Interlude]
OWWWW! It´s star time
This man is MADE! 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!
HO-VA! HO-VA! Are y´all out there? [crowd chants "HO-VA! HO-VA!"]
Are y´all out there? C´mon, louder!
Yeah, now see that´s what I´m talkin bout
They love you Jigga - they love you Jigga!

[Jay-Z]
I like the way this one feel
It´s so muh´fuckin soulful man!
(Whoaaaaaahhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh)
Yeah [crowd still chanting] okay

[Verse Three]
So this here is the victory lap
Then I´m lea-vin, 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 dust
Send Hip a grip, then you got´ spit
A little somethin like this, WOO!

{What the hell are you waiting forrrr?}
[piano plays out as crowd cheers loudly]