Jay-Z vs. Linkin Park Collision Course-2004

Dirt Off Your Shoulder / Lying From You

[Mike Shinoda]

When I pretend everything is what I want it to be

I look exactly like what you 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 you)



[Chorus: Jay-Z]

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

Big Pimpin' / Papercut



Ha Ha

You're wasting your talent, Randy



It's like I'm paranoid lookin' 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 feel 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

Like a face that I hold inside

A face that awakes when I close my eyes

A face watches every time I lie

A face that laughs every time I fall

And watches everything



So I know that when it's time to sink or swim

That the face inside is hearing me

Right beneath my skin



It's like I'm paranoid lookin' 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, LOve em, love em, leave em

Cause I don't fuckin need em

Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good

But I don't fuckin feed em

First time they fuss I'm breezin

Talkin bout, "What's the reasons?"

I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch

Better trust than believe em

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'ma 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 (b...)

Get, that, dirt off your shoulder



[Verse One]

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



[Chorus]



[Chorus Two]

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



[Verse Two]

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 grown-up for real



[Mike Shinoda & Chester]



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



[Chorus]

(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



[Chorus]

(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)

Jigga What / Faint

Jigga what, Jigga who?

Jigga what, Jigga who?

Jigga what, Jigga who?



You gon' need a vocal in, right?



Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous

shots with the fo'-fo'

Faggots wanna talk to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa

LOve rap, coke by the boatload

LOve dat, 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

Oh hey ma, how you, know niggaz wanna buy you

But see me I wanna LOve for Free like Akinyele

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 nuttin 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 n 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 with 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've 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

Izzo / In The End





This is final



Ladies and gentlemen, put our hands together for the astonishing...



Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world

The flow o' the century...always timeless...HOVE!

Thanks for comin' out tonight

You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you're here with us

We appreciate that...uuunnnh...



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 breezy

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 VA

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



Yo, It starts with

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

I Didn't look out below

I Watch the time go right out the window

Trying to hold on, and didn't even know

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

Oh, they havin' a good o' time out there

It starts with

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

LP, Jay-Z, help me out

Oh, they havin' a good o' time out there

It starts with

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

LP, Jay-Z, help me out

Ladies and Gentalmen

It starts with

Points Of Authority / 99 Problems / One Step Closer





If your havin girl problems i feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

Hit me



Got Mike

He's got the rap patrol on the gat patrol

Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed

Rap critics that 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 zapitos

You'd celebrate the minute you was havin doe

So LOve critics you can kiss our whole asshole

If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward

Got beef with radio if we don't play they show

They don't play out hits well we don't give a shit SO

All these mags try and 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 intellegence that Jay-Z has

I'm from rags to ritches nigga we ain't dumb

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

Hit me



99 Problems but a bitch ain't one

If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one



The year is '94 and in my trunk is raw

In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin law

I got two choices yall pull over the car or

Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor

Now i ain't tryin to see no highway chase with jake

Plus i got a few dollars i can fight the case

So i...pull over to the side of the road

And i heard "Son do you know why i'm stoppin you for?"

Cause i'm young and i'm black and my hats real low

Do i look like a mind reader sir, i don't know

Am i under arrest or should i guess some mo?

"Well you was doin fifty five in a fifty four"

"Liscense and regestration and step out of the car"

"Are you carryin a weapon on you i know alot of you are"

I ain't steppin out of shit all my papers legit

"Do you mind if i look round the car a little bit?"

Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back

And i know my rights so you gon' need a warrent for that

"Aren't you sharp as a tack are some type of lawyer or something?"

"Or somebody important or somethin?"

Nah i ain't pass the bar but i know a little bit

Enough that you won't illegally search my shit

"Well see how smart you are when the K-9's come"

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

Hit me



99 Problems but a bitch ain't one

If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

Hit me99 Problems but a bitch ain't one

If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

Hit me

99 Problems but a bitch ain't one

If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son

I got 99 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

This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy

But a pussy havin no God Damn sense, try and push me

I tried to inore him and talk to the Lord

Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform

You know the type loud as a motor bike

But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight

The only thing that's gonna happen is i'mma get to clappin

He and his boys gon be yappin to the captain

And there i go traped in the kit kat again

Back through the system with the riff raff again

Fiends on the floor scratchin again

Paparatzi's with they cameras snappin them

D.A. tred to give the nigga the shaft again

Half-a-mil for bail cause i'm African

All because ths fool was horrasin them

Tryin to play the boy like hes saccarin

But ain't nothin sweet 'bout how i hold my gun

I got 99 problems but this bitch ain't one



99 Problems but a bitch ain't one

If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

Hit me

99 Problems but a bitch ain't one

If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

Hit me



shut up when I'm talking to you

shut up, shut up, shut up

shut up when I'm talking to you

shut up, shut up, shut up



I'm about to BREAK



Everything you say to me

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

Hit me

I need a little room to breathe

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

Hit me

Everything you say to me

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

Hit me

I need a little room to breathe

I got 99 problems

And I'm about to

Break

Numb / Encore

Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind



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 waitin 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 LOve you expect? Yep, yep

Grand openin, grand closin

God 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

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



Now what the hell are you waitin for

After me, there shall be no more

So for one last time, nigga make some noise



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 (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

Cocksucker 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'fucker 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

I've 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 an encore, do you want 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

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