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    Linkin Park Dec 13, 2004 Warner Bros.
    # Title Duration
    1
    Numb/Encore Lyrics 03:27
    2
    Numb/Encore (Instrumental) 03:26
    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