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[Produced by Kanye West]


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 waiting for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga, make some noise

[Verse 1]
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
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 gonna find doper than him, with no pen
Just draw off inspiration

Soon you gonna see you can't replace him
With cheap imitations for this generation


[Verse 2]
Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
When you first come in the game they try to play 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

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 blowin' you to smithereens

Cocksucker, take one for your team
From record sales to sold out concerts
So motherfucker if you want this encore
I need you to scream til your lungs get sore

Ow, it's star time
This man is mean, 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, are y'all out there, c'mon, louder
Yeah, now see that's what I'm talking about
They love you Jigga, they love you Jigga

I like the way this one feel, it's so muthafuckin' soulful, man

[Verse 3]
So this here is the victory lap
Then I'm leavin', that's how you get me back

After a year of them 16's it's 1.2
And that's 2.4, and I'm only doin' two

You wanted to gain attention new dudes
I can get you BET - and TRL, too
You want to 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

Send Hip a grip, then you gotta spit
A little somethin' like this