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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 they way
Street sweepers baby you know how it's goin

Yo son what's

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Kay
Ahh man I like the way shit is going down
DJ Enuff rippin it up on the ones and twos scratching]
Hit me up with more of that flavor

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

I'm [what nigga] outrageous
Turn money like encyclopedia
Get freaky throw dike in cages
Paid in European shit, fuck Avis
Rocks in ears, blingin the
Fuck Canibus, I bodied him year
But the L still here, watch face, crystal
Love a chick to give me head I shampoo her hair
Head to the baby, no more tears
You mumblin the shit, dupe, my more clear
Baby here, I been gettin paper for years
And diretcors who fronted they disappeared
And grimy ass niggas get with car bombs
For overcritical with uncle 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 Roc-A-Fella crew
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

[woman's
on the telephone

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

Hello

Baby what you wearin now

[Amil] Hot

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

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

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

[Amil] I'd lay you on your
Ride or Die daddy and I love it that

Ahh man, just a little bit of flavor Kay, just a little bit of
Aight, LL Cool J
22nd

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 name y'all
Mirror, mirror, on the
Who was the man before P and Puff y'all
No disrespect, but y'all what he's called
The L L C O O L J, that shit

Frankly black, I'm on you niggas 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 rain 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 fell on the god's
New millenium revoltuion, my aint afraid
Fuck these labels til the legend's gettin paid
The war zone, I'ma to your bone
I got a tank on the fanwith nigga, I'm home
If you want it, come and get it, it to the death
If you match a third of my success 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 with the bootleggers, aight
I wanna big up my man DJ Kay Slay, for it down wit me
Aight, and before we shut it down,
I bring my man out, the A&R behind this, aight
The A&R executive, yo Bimmy, yo Bimmy come out son

Thank you, God you, good night...