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[DJ
Ayo, the heavy hitter DJ Enuff, Def Jam's own
Aight, who dat

[DJ Kay
Ayo it's DJ Kay Slay from around way
Street sweepers baby you know how it's down

Yo son what's

Slay]
Ayo man the streets man, is for some of that LL thing
Youknowwhatimsayin? Ill was it man
But I y'all got more in store man

Yo son we here live at the Hit Fiddactory, New City
We got the brand new from LL Cool J
Ayo Bimmy! Pass that son, let's get this shit crackin

[LL J]
Ayo is the infinite, intelligent, extravagant and eloquent
That y'all talkin is irrelevant
I put it down the gutter to the tenement
LL Cool J nigga, everything I do is excellent
And I got to represent, Q-Boro, the
Y'knawmean? We get down, we get down
Check this shit out here, uh

E Pluribus Unum is the I'ma drop
It'll you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Givin to the glock, pretend it's hard cock
Splashin I came slow through the block
I'm, the original, visual,
Ten platinum your career's lookin critical
for this, motherfuck being a criminal
Look in your bitch eyes, the vibe is
You wanna freestyle that
I need at least figures to even touch that
But since was underestimatin my format
I dropped Ill Bomb and now want more of that
Aint a rapper or alive fuckin wit me
Ask the last that tried to come and get me
about paper, I can talk about broads
I can about movies, I can talk about awards
the fantasies, yo I got all four
And be mine, by law
Why name me Of All Times?
Because for fifteen years I y'all standin in line
Lovin the way I and my lyrics combine
With the ruggedest, illest beats Def Jam can find
Fuck them other niggas with their 9 or 10
My hits run deep as the emotions of your
Back in the days it was the M stick
But now the Bentley is all get more whores on the
This ones for [distorted] and my Island niggas
That remember when I came
The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74
Little Nasi and the crew, y'all niggas come

up, the new album gon' be the shit baby
Aint no doubt about it, E Pluribus
Out of one, The G.O.A.T., Greatest Of All Time...

[DJ Kay
Ahh yeah, new flavor by LL Cool J
Featuring LeShaun, it's called Imagine
I'm in the house my man, DJ Enuff
Yo Bimmy, is how it's going down
on Enuff, uh, come on Enuff, one more time

[LL J]
DJ Enuff, DJ Enuff, DJ
You're the honey that I see I'm ridin by
The one me a feeling that I can't deny
You got the Prada boots on, hittin your thigh
Actin my chrome twenties aint catchin' your eye
Sometimes I slow down, catch the ass in the
Turn the fog lights on, to see the more clearer
You turn me on, keep me up
I wish that I could prove to you that I'm man
I come up to job and handcuff your boss
Throw that in the closet and turn the lights off
sit you up on the copy machine
Make copies of your kitten my chin in between
I take you to the window so the world can see
Baby I'm on my knees, let your world be free
Curl tongue come get up on this desk me
Multiple is your destiny

[LL and
Yo, hit you in the backseat and tell you to slide
Imagine
It my fault that my broads collide
That
Knock your off two at a time
Imagine
Disrespect you and still you mine

Slay]
Ahh man I like the way this is going down
DJ Enuff rippin it up on the ones and [record scratching]
Hit me up with some of that flavor

Ayo Bimmy, it's a the, ayo Bimmy, it's, ayo Bimmy, it's a rock the
Ayo Bimmy, ayo Bimmy, ayo Bimmy, a Rock the Bells, Def Jam
man, knowhatimsayin Bim, me, uhh, yeah, me,
[goddam!] me, yeah, feel this baby, it going]

I'm *Incredible* [what outrageous
Turn like encyclopedia pages
Get freaky throw dike bitches in
Paid in full shit, fuck Avis
Rocks in ears, the atmosphere
Canibus, I bodied him last year
But the L still here, watch face, clear
Love a chick to give me head while I shampoo her
Head to the back baby, no tears
You mumblin the shit, dupe, my flow more
Baby listen here, I gettin paper for years
And program diretcors who fronted disappeared
And grimy ass niggas get with car bombs
For being overcritical with get it on
I burn magazine, god'll intervene
front on this hip hop phenomenon from Queens, uh

[DJ
As we it movin, brand new flavor
We call this one Hello, Amil
Aight, big up the whole Roc-A-Fella
Def Jam 2000 baby, The G.O.A.T., 22nd
Go cop that in the
Big up to all the ladies, aight,

[LL and 6X
Hello,
Yo, yo

voice]
Honey on the

the, 212 or 718
Or 914 I it hardcore
When it's over the phone, it's to do it raw
Imagine every world we could explore

[Amil]

Baby you wearin right now

Hot pants

My girl aint around let's get
And I hope the tapped let's pretend you on my lap

I'm bouncin up and down with my shoulders back
Nigga you like

You see you up my bill
might hear me but you just too ill
I get your flicks lined up, low
Cherry flavored beneath my elbow
If I was there would you do

I'd lay you on your back
Ride or Die daddy and I love it that

Ahh man, just a little bit of flavor Kay, just a bit of flavor
Aight, LL J baby
August

Mirror, mirror, on the
Who was the man before 'Pac and Smalls
No disrespect, but know how I ball
The L L C O O L J, what's my motherfucking y'all
Mirror, mirror, on the
Who was the man before Master P and y'all
No disrespect, but y'all know what he's
The L L C O O L J, spell shit

Frankly black, I'm on you minds like Yankee hats
Paparazzi flash, that nigga L up in the
Three quarter mink, armor, flashin major stacks
I step up, you step
Crucify ya, other men
The lips, the voice, the way the whole blend
My won't end, my crown don't bend
the mind, to the arm, to the hand, to the pen
To the page, to the stage, career wise, my age
Walkin in hell's kitchen and on the god's blade
New millenium revoltuion, my niggas aint
Fuck record labels til the legend's gettin paid
The war zone, I'ma pierce to bone
I got a on the fanwith nigga, I'm comin home
If you want it, come and get it, bring it to the
If you could match a third of my you blessed

That's right y'all, LL J, The G.O.A.T.
The Greatest Of All Time, 22nd, go cop that
Don't fuck the bootleggers, aight
I big up my man DJ Kay Slay, for holdin it down wit me
Aight, and before we shut it down,
I wanna bring my man out, the A&R behind this,
The A&R executive, yo Bimmy, yo Bimmy come out son

Thank you, God bless you, night...