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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Leadgesang
Brad Delson
Brad Delson
Gitarre
Chester Bennington
Chester Bennington
Leadgesang
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Stimme und Gesang
Rob Bourdon
Rob Bourdon
Schlagzeug
Dave Farrell
Dave Farrell
Bassgitarre
Joseph Hahn
Joseph Hahn
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Brad Delson
Brad Delson
Songwriter:in
Chester Bennington
Chester Bennington
Songwriter:in
David Farrell
David Farrell
Songwriter:in
Joe Hahn
Joe Hahn
Songwriter:in
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter:in
Robert Gregory Bourdon
Robert Gregory Bourdon
Songwriter:in
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter:in
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
LINKIN PARK
LINKIN PARK
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Produzent:in
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
John Ewing
John Ewing
Ingenieur:in
John Meneilly
John Meneilly
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Rob McDermott
Rob McDermott
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Mark Kiczula
Mark Kiczula
Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

You want some more? I don't believe you, you want some more? What do you want? You want some more LP? Or do you want some more JAY-Z? How about a little bit of both? Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright Put 'em up (uh-huh), put 'em up, put 'em up 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 Make some noise So what the hell are you waitin' for? After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, people, make some noise Get 'em, Jay 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 I'm on the low, but the yacht got a triple deck But when you Young, what the — you expect? Yup, yup Grand openin', grand closin' —, 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 So what the hell are you waitin' for? (After me) there shall be no more So for one last time, people, make some noise Now what the hell are you waitin' for? Huh, 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 As fate would have it, Jay's status appears To be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye But now I'm back like Jordan, wearin' the 45 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 —, take one for your team I need you to remember one thing (one thing) I came, I saw, I conquered From record sales to sold out concerts So —, if you want this encore I need you to scream 'til your lungs get sore Make some noise Let's do it like this
Writer(s): Kanye Omari West, Robert G. Bourdon, Mike Shinoda, Brad Delson, Shawn C. Carter, Joseph Hahn, Chester Charles Bennington, David Farrell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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