Collision Course

Linkin Park Nov 30, 2004 Ⓟ Warner Bros. Records Inc. and Roc-A-Fella Records, LLC.
# Title Duration
1
Dirt Off Your Shoulder / Lying from You Lyrics 04:04
2
Big Pimpin' / Papercut Lyrics 02:36
3
Jigga What / Faint Lyrics 03:31
4
Numb / Encore Lyrics 03:25
5
Izzo / In the End Lyrics 02:44
6
Points of Authority / 99 Problems / One Step Closer Lyrics 04:55
I ordered a frappuccino.
Where’s my fucking frappuccino?
Alright, let’s do this.

When I pretend everything is what I want it to be,
I look exactly like what you had always wanted to see,
When I pretend, I can forget about the criminal I am,
Stealin’ second after second just ’cause I know I can,
But I can’t pretend this is the way it’ll stay,
I’m just trying to bend the truth,
I can’t pretend I’m who you want me to be,
So I’m lying my way from..

If you feelin’ like a pimp Nigga, go and brush your shoulders off,
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off,
Nigga is crazy baby, don’t forget that boy told you,
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder.

I probably owe it to y’all, proud to be locked by the force,
Tryin’ to hustle some things, that go with the Porsche,
Feelin’ no remorse, feelin’ like my hand was forced,
Middle finger to the law, Nigga, grippin’ my balls,
All the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screamin’,
All the ballers is bouncin’ they like the way I be leanin’,
All the rappers be hatin’, off the track that I’m makin’,
But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it,
Came from the bottom the bottom, to the top of the pops,
Nigga London, Japan and I’m straight off the block,
Like a running back, get it man, I’m straight off the block,
I can run it back, Nigga, cause I’m straight with the Roc.

If you feelin’ like a pimp Nigga, go and brush your shoulders off,
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off,
Niggaz is crazy baby, don’t forget that boy told you,
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder,
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder,
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder,
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder.

Your homie Hov’ in position, in the kitchen with soda
I just whipped up a watch, tryin’ to get me a Rover
Tryin’ to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessir,
Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers’ll test ya,
But like, fifty-two cards when I’m, I’m through dealin,
Now, fifty-two bars come out, now you feel ‘em,
Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling,
In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chillin’,
With a boss bitch of course S.C. on the sleeve,
At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen,
I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean,
No chrome on the wheels, I’m a grown-up for real.

Yeah, I remember what they taught to me,
Remember condescending talk of who I outta be,
Remember listenin’ to all of that and this again,
So I pretended up a person who was fittin’ in,
And now you think this person really is me,
And I’m trying to bend the truth,
But, the more I push, the more I’m pullin’ away,
‘Cause I’m lying my way from you.

(No, no turning back now),
I wanna be pushed aside,
So let me go,
(No, no turning back now),
Lemme take back my life,
I’d rather be all alone,
(No turning back now),
Anywhere on my own,
‘Cause I can see,
(No, no turning back now),
The very worst part of you,
The very worst part of you,
Is me.

This isn’t what I wanted to be,
I never thought that what I said,
Would have you running from me,
Like this,
This isn’t what I wanted to be,
I never thought that what I said,
Would have you runnin’ from me,
Like this (like this),
This isn’t what I wanted to be,
I never thought that what I said,
Would have you running from me,
Like this (like this),
This isn’t what I wanted to be,
I never thought that what I said,
Would have you running from me,
Like this.

You..

(No turning back now),
I wanna be pushed aside,
So let me go,
(No, no turning back now),
Lemme take back my life,
I’d rather be all alone,
(No turning back now),
Anywhere on my own,
‘Cause I can see,
(No, no turning back now),
The very worst part of you,
The very worst part of you,
Is me.

Biatch!
Hahaha
You’re wasting your talent, Randy

It’s like I’m paranoid, looking over my back
It’s like a whirlwind inside of my head
It’s like I can’t stop what I’m hearing within
It’s like the face inside is right…

Why does it look like night today?
Something in here’s not right today
Why am I so uptight today?
Paranoia’s all I got left
I don’t know what stressed me first
Or how the pressure was fed
But, I know just what it feels like
To have a voice in the back of my head
It’s like a face that I hold inside
A face that awakes when I close my eyes
A face that watches every time they lie
A face that laughs every time they fall
(And watches everything)
So I know that, when it’s time to sink or swim
That the face inside is hearing me
Right underneath my skin

It’s like I’m paranoid, looking over my back
It’s like a whirlwind inside of my head
It’s like I can’t stop what I’m hearing within
It’s like the face inside is right…

You know I thug ‘em, fuck ‘em, love ‘em, leave ‘em
Cause I don’t fucking need ‘em
Take ‘em out the ‘hood, keep ‘em lookin’ good
But I don’t fucking feed ‘em
First time they fuss I’m breezing, talking about: What’s the reason?
I’m a pimp in every sense of the word bitch
Better trust and believe him
In the cut where I keep ‘em
Til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts
Then it’s, beep, beep and I’m pickin ‘em up
Let ‘em play with the dick in the truck
Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head, I’m gonna break bread
So you can be livin’ it up? Shit I..
Parts with nothin’, y’all be frontin’
Me give my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin’, never happen I’ll be forever mackin’
Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion
I got no patience
And I hate waitin’…
Hoe get yo’ ass in
And let’s RI-I-I-I-I-IDE… check ‘em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
And let’s RI-I-I-I-I-IDE… check ‘em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah

We doin’… big pimpin’, we spendin’ G’s
Check ‘em out now
Big pimpin’, on B.L.A.D.’s
We doin’… big pimpin’ up in N.Y.C.
It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Yo yo yo.. big pimpin’, spendin’ G’s
We doin’… big pimpin’, on B.L.A.D.’s
We doin’… big pimpin’ up in N.Y.C.
It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
You gonna lead the vocal in, right?

Mother fuckers wanna act loco, hit ‘em up wit, numerous
shots with the fo’-fo’
Faggots runnin’ to the Po-Po’s, smoke ‘em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin’, glock with the full clip
Mother fuckers better duck when the fool spit
One shot could make a nigga do a full flip
See the nigga layin’ shocked when the bullet hit
I hate my high youth, no niggaz wanna buy you
But see me I wanna fuck for free
Now I gotta let her take this ride, make you feel it inside your belly,
If it’s tight get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, ’til you say Jay-Z you’re too much for me

I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
Handful of complaints but I can’t help the fact that everyone can see these scars
I am what I want you to want, what I want you to feel
But it’s like no matter what I do, I can’t convince you to just believe this is real
So I let go watching you turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I’m not, but I’ll be here ’cause you’re all that I got

Got a condo with nothin’ but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke
See how I was flowin’ on my last cassette?
Rapid-fire like I’m blastin’ a Tec, never jam though
Never get high, never run out of ammo
Niggaz hatin’ and shit cause I slayed your bitch
You know your favorite, I know it made you sick
And now you’re, actin’ raw but you never had war
Don’t know how to carry your hoe, wanna marry your hoe
Now she’s mad at me, causer Your Majesty, just happened to be a pimp
What a tragedy
She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked with friends
She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again
I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, Shit..
there’s a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!

I am a little bit insecure, a little unconfident
Cause you don’t understand, I do what I can but sometimes I don’t make sense
I am what you never wanna say, but I’ve never had a doubt
It’s like no matter what I do, I can’t convince you for once just to hear me out
So I let go watching you turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I’m not, but I’ll be here ’cause you’re all that I got

I can’t feel
The way I did before
Don;t turn your back on me
I won’t be ignored
Time won’t heal
This damage anymore
Don’t turn your back on me
I won’t be ignored

No
Hear me out now
You’re gonna listen to me
Like it or not
Right now
Hear me out now
You’re gonna listen to me
Like it or not
Right now

I can’t feel
The way I did before
Don’t turn your back on me
I won’t be ignored

I can’t feel
The way I did before
Don’t turn your back on me
I won’t be ignored
Time won’t heal
This damage anymore
Don’t turn your back on me
I won’t be ignored

I can’t feel
Don’t turn your back on me
I won’t be ignored
Time won’t heal
Don’t turn your back on me
I won’t be ignored
Thank you, thank you, thank you, You’re far too kind.
Let’s go

Can I get a 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 waiting for?
After me, there shall be no more
So, for one last time, nigga, 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
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 (him)
With cheap imitations for these generations

Can I get a 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 waiting for?

After me, there shall be no more
So, for one last time, nigga, make some noise
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 (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’ll blow you to smithereens
Cocksucka’, 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’fucka’, if you want this encore
I need you to scream ’til your lungs get sore

I’m tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless
Lost under the surface
Don’t know what you’re expecting of me
Put under the pressure
Of walking in your shoes
(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

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

I’ve become so numb
(Can I get a encore? Do you want more?) (more, more, more)
I’ve become so numb
(So, for one last time, I need y’all to roar)
One last time, I need y’all to roar
This is fun

Ladies and gentlemen, put our hands together for the
astonishing…
H to the izz-O…V to the izz-A…

Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world
The flow o’ the century…always timeless…HOV!
(That’s awesome)
Thank you for coming out tonight
You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you’re here with us
We appreciate that…

Uhh, H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo’ shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA
Was herbin’ em in the home of the Terrapins
Got it dirt cheap for them
Plus if they was short wit’ cheese I would work wit’ them
Boy and we…got rid of that dirt for them
Wasn’t born hustlers I was burpin’ em
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo’ sheezy my neezy keep my arms so freezy
Can’t leave rap alone the game needs me
Haters want me clapped and chromed it ain’t easy
Cops wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in
But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Not guilty, he who does not feel me is not real to me
Therefore he doesn’t exist
So poof…vamoose son of a bitch

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo’ shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in V.A.
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
That’s the anthem get’cha damn hands up
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Not guilty ya’ll got-ta feel me
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
(check it out, yo)

(It starts with… One)
One thing, I don’t know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
(All I know)
Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
(It’s so unreal)
Didn’t look out below
Watched the time go right out the window
Tried to hold on, but didn’t even know
I wasted it all just to
(Watch you go)
I kept everything inside
And, even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be
A memory of a time when I tried so…

H-to-the-izz-O, v-to-the-izz-A, LP, jay-z, help me out
(aw, they having a good ‘ol time out there)
it starts with… h-to-the-izz-O, v-to-the-izz-A, LP, jay-z, help me out
(aw, they having a good ‘ol time out there)
it starts with… h-to-the-izz-O, v-to-the-izz-A, LP, jay-z, help me out
(yes, indeed, ladies and gentlemen)
If you havin’ girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain’t one
Hit me…

He’s got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure his casket’s closed
Rap critics who say he’s “Money, Cash, Hoes”
He’s from the hood, stupid, what type of facts are those?
If you grew up with holes in your zapatos
You’re celebratin’ the minute you was havin’ dough
So like fuck critics: You can kiss our whole asshole
If you don’t like my lyrics you can press fast-forward
Got beef with radio if I don’t play they show
They don’t play our hits-well I don’t give a shit, so
All these mags tryin’ use our ass
So advertisers can give ‘em more cash for ads
Fuckers, I don’t know what you take us as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
From rags to riches, we ain’t dumb
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain’t one
Hit me

Ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain’t one
If you havin’ girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain’t one

Year’s 94 and my trunk is raw,
And in my rear view mirror is the motha’ fuckin’ law.
Got two choices y’all, pull over the car, or,
Bounce on the devil, put the pedal to the floor.
An’ I ain’t tryin’ to see no highway chase with Jay,
And I got a few dollars so I can fight the case,
So I pull over to the side of the road,
I heard, Son, do you know what I’m stoppin’ you for
“Cause I’m young and I’m black and my hat’s real low
Do I look like a mind reader sir? I don’t know
Hey, am I under arrest or should I guess some mo’
Well you were doin’ 55 in a fifty-four…
License and registration and step outta the car
Are you carryin’ a weapon on you, I know a lotta you are!
I ain’t stepping outta shit, all my paper’s legit!
Well do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?
Well my glove compartment’s locked, so’s the trunk in back,
And I know my rights, so you’re gonna need a warrant for that! Heh.
Aren’t you sharp as a tack? You do some kinda law or something,
Somebody important or somethin’?
Huh, I ain’t passed the bar, but I know a little bit,
Enough that you won’t illegally search my shit!
Well we’ll see how smart you are when the canines crawl.

I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain’t one!
Hit me!

Ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain’t one!
If you havin’ girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain’t one
Hit me!

Ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain’t one!
If you havin’ girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain’t one
Hit me!

Ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain’t one!
If you havin’ girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain’t one

Now once upon a time not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe