[DJ Ayo, this the heavy DJ Enuff, Def Jam's own Aight, who dat
[DJ Kay Ayo it's DJ Kay from around they way Street sweepers baby you know how goin down
Yo son poppin?
[Kay Ayo man the man, is craving for some of that LL thing Youknowwhatimsayin? Ill was it man But I know y'all got in store man
Yo son we here at the Hit Fiddactory, New York 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 shit 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 We get down, we get down baby Check this out right here, uh
E Unum is the album I'ma drop It'll make you bitch as hard as rocks head to the glock, pretend it's hard cock Splashin niggas I slow through the block I'm, the original, visual, Ten times your career's lookin critical for this, motherfuck being a criminal Look in bitch eyes, the vibe is subliminal You wanna freestyle that I need at least seven to even touch that But since everybody was underestimatin my I dropped Ill Bomb and now niggas want more of Aint a rapper or alive fuckin wit me Ask the last bitch that to come and get me Talk about paper, I can talk broads I can talk about movies, I can about awards the fantasies, yo I got all four And be mine, by law Why name me Greatest Of All for fifteen years I kept y'all standin in line Lovin the way I and my lyrics combine the ruggedest, illest beats that Def Jam can find Fuck them niggas with their 9 or 10 hits My hits run deep as the emotions of your in the days it was the M fast stick But now the Bentley is all get whores on the dick ones for [distorted] and my Riker's Island niggas That when I came through The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74 Little Nasi and the crew, y'all niggas home
up, the new album gon' be the shit baby Aint no about it, E Pluribus Unum Out of one, The G.O.A.T., Greatest Of All Time...
[DJ Kay Ahh yeah, brand new flavor by LL J LeShaun, it's called Imagine That I'm in the with my man, DJ Enuff Yo Bimmy, this is how it's going Come on Enuff, uh, come on Enuff, one time
[LL J] DJ Enuff, DJ Enuff, DJ You're the honey 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 your eye Sometimes I slow down, catch the ass in the Turn the fog on, to see the legs more clearer You turn me on, 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 kitten with my chin in between Then I take you to the window so the can see Baby I'm down on my knees, let your world be Curl come get up on this desk with me Multiple orgasms is destiny
[LL and Yo, hit you in the backseat and tell you to slide Imagine It aint my fault that my collide That Knock your off two at a time Imagine Disrespect you and still make you
[Kay Ahh man I like the way this shit is down DJ Enuff rippin it up on the and twos [record scratching] Hit me up with some more of flavor
Ayo Bimmy, it's a rock the, ayo Bimmy, it's, ayo Bimmy, a rock the Ayo Bimmy, ayo Bimmy, ayo Bimmy, it's a the Bells, Def Jam man, knowhatimsayin Bim, me, uhh, yeah, me, [goddam!] me, yeah, feel this baby, it going]
I'm [what nigga] outrageous Turn like encyclopedia pages Get freaky throw bitches in cages in full European shit, fuck Avis Rocks in ears, the atmosphere Fuck Canibus, I bodied him year But the L still here, watch face, clear a chick to give me head while I shampoo her hair Head to the back baby, no tears You mumblin the shit, dupe, my flow clear Baby listen here, I been paper for years And program who fronted they disappeared And ass niggas get laced with car bombs For being with uncle get it on I burn your magazine, intervene Can't front on this hip hop from Queens, uh
[DJ As we it movin, brand new flavor We this one Hello, featuring 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 the phone, it's safe to do it raw every world we could both explore
[Amil]
Baby you wearin right now
Hot pants
My girl aint let's get down And I hope the phone's let's pretend you on my lap
[Amil] I'm up and down with my shoulders back Nigga you that
You see you up my bill Mama might hear me but you too ill I get your flicks lined up, low Cherry flavored grease my elbow If I was what would you do
[Amil] I'd lay you on 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 Cool J 22nd
Mirror, mirror, on the Who was the man 'Pac and Biggie Smalls No disrespect, but know how I ball The L L C O O L J, what's my motherfucking name 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, spell shit
Frankly black, I'm on you minds like Yankee hats flash, that nigga L up in the back Three quarter mink, armor, flashin major stacks I step up, you back Crucify ya, other men The lips, the voice, the way the whole shit My rain won't end, my crown 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 and fell on the god's blade New millenium revoltuion, my aint afraid Fuck these record labels til the legend's paid The war zone, I'ma pierce to bone I got a on the fanwith nigga, I'm comin home If you want it, and get it, bring it to the death If you could a third of my success you blessed
That's right y'all, LL J, The G.O.A.T. The Greatest Of All Time, August 22nd, go cop Don't fuck with the bootleggers, I big up my man DJ Kay Slay, for holdin it down wit me Aight, and we shut it down, aight 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...