Jay-Z/Linkin Park: ‘Collision Course’

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There once was a time when one of Hip-Hop’s greatest of all time, Jay-Z, flipped the script and created a phenomenal collaboration album with the top alternative rock band at the time, Linkin Park. Back in 2004, ‘Collision Course’ mixed up lyrics from both Jay-Z and Linkin Park’s discographies to bring to life creatively different and catchy songs that blended two genres that don’t typically go hand in hand. The album took off on the charts and really sent an impactful message into the music industry that taking steps toward collaborating with individuals with another train of thought can create masterpieces that open the eyes and ears of listeners as well along the way. Check out five of the dopest rhymes from mixes that Jay-Z and Linkin Park laced together.


“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
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
Niggas hatin the shit cause I slayed your bitch
You know your favorite, I know it made you sick”

Track – “Jigga What/Faint”


“It’s like a face that I hold inside
A face that awakes when I close my eyes
A face that watches every time they lie
A face that laughs every time they fall
(And watches everything)
So you know that when it’s time to sink or swim
That the face inside is hearing me
Right underneath my skin
You know I – thug em, fuck 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”

Track – “Big Pimpin/Papercut”


“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 zapatoes
You’d celebrate the minute you was havin dough
So fuck critics, you can kiss the whole asshole
If you don’t like the lyrics, you can press fast forward
Got beef with radio if we don’t play they show
They don’t play our hits – 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 intelligence that Jay-Z has
From, rags to riches, we ain’t dumb
We 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!”

Track – “Points of Authority/99 Problems/One Step Closer”


“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 they 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
Niggas is crazy baby, don’t forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder”

Track – Dirt off your shoulder/Lying From You”


“Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world
The flow of the century.. always timeless.. HOV’!
Thank you for comin out tonight
You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you’re here with us
We appreciate that
Uh, H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo’ shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA
Was hurtin ’em in the home of the Terrapins; got it dirt cheap for them
Plus if they was short with cheese I would work with them
Brought in weed, got rid of that dirt for them
Wasn’t born hustlers, I was birthin ’em”

Track – “Izzo/In The End”

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