歌手:Linkin Park
专辑:《Road To Revolution》

You want some more？
I don't believe you,You want some ******* more？！
What you want?
You want some more LP?
Orther you want some more Jay-Z?
How about a little better *******-boff?
All right,all right...
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
So what the hell are you waitin for?
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, ******* make some noise

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 ******* you expect? Yep, yep
Grand openin, grand closin
God damn your man Hov' cracked the can open again
Who you gon' find ******r than him with no pen
just draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you can't replace him
with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS
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
So what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, ******* make some noise
Now，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 **********
To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea)
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 witchu
It's to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens
******sucker 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'****** if you want this encore
I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore