It's Time

With apologies to the Tribe, who will go for the series win against the Royals today with El Diablo on the mound, this day belongs to one team – more specifically, one man.

Throughout the LeBronification of the Pistons’ series, the thought that kept running through my head is, “what is this kid going to do next…what will he do for an encore”.

Using the King’s favorite, Jay-Z, and his unbelievable song with Linkin Park “Numb/Encore”, I present some alternate lyrics, worthy of a King.

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

Now can I get an encore, do you want more

Cooking raw with the Akron 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, make some noise

Get ‘em Bron

Who you know fresher than King? Riddle me that

The rest of y'all know where I'm physically at

Can't none of y'all mirror me back

Yeah seeing me play is like seeing the big O in his prime

I'm, young G.I.., rap's Grateful Dead

Back to take over the globe, now break bread

I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express

Out of Summit County but the blueberry still connect

On the low but the yacht got a triple deck

But when you young, what the hell you expect? Yep, yep

Grand opening, grand closing

Damn your man King 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 THESE GENERATIONS

Now can I get an encore, do you want more

Cooking raw with the Akron 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, people 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 St. V’s to the Q

To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years

As fate would have it, Bron's status appears

To be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye (to the Spurs)

When I come back like Jordan, wearing the 4-5

It ain't to play games with youIt's to aim at you, probably maim you

If I owe you I'm blowing you to smithereeens

Tim Duncan take one for your team

And I need you to remember one thing (one thing)

I came, I saw, I conquered

From NBA records, to sold out arenas

So Cavs fans 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

Every step that I take is another mistake to you

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

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

Cleveland…it’s time to roar.