Jay-Z, Linkin Park - Collision Course (2004) by Jay-Z (랩), Linkin Park (보컬) on maniadb.com

I ordered a frapuccino,

where is my fuckin' frapuccino!

All right lets 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't forget about the criminal I am

Stealing 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

Niggaz 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 grip'n 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 pots

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 (get), that(that), dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get (get), that(that), dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get (get), that(that), dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get (get), that(that), dirt off your shoulder



Your homey 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 balla for real, cheea



Yeah, I remember what they taught to me

Remember condescending talk of who I ought to be

Remember listening 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 pulling away

'cuz 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

Let me take back my life I'd rather be all alone

No turning back now

Anywhere on my own cuz 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 running from me

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

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

Let me take back my life I'd rather be all alone

No turning back now

Anywhere on my own cuz I can see

No no turning back now

The very worst part of you

The very worst part of you is me



Biatch!!!

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit 'em up, numerous
shots with the fo'-fo'
Faggots wanna talk to Po-Po's, smoke 'em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck that, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full clip
Motherfuckers 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
Hey ma, how you, know niggaz wanna buy you
But see me I wanna "Fuck for Free" like Akinyele
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

[Verse 2: Mike Shinoda]
I am, a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
Handful of complaints but I can't help the fact
That everybody 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've got

[Vese 3: Jay-Z]
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 the 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 hoes, 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!"

[Verse 4: Mike Shinoda]
I am, a little bit insecure, a little unconfident
Cuz you don't understand I do what I can
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
You face away and pretend that I'm not
I'll be here cause you're all that I've got

[Chester Bennington]
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

Now, 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 tell
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored

Thank you!Thank you!Thank you!
You're far to kind.


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

(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 (shon)
Soon you gon’ see you can’t replace him (him)
With cheap imitations for dese generations

Can I get a encore? Do you want more?
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So, for one last time people 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

Now,what the hell are you waiting for?

(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
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 muhfucker, 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
I 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 (stretch)
(Can I get a encore? Do you want more?) (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)