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[DJ
Ayo, this the heavy hitter DJ Enuff, Def own
Aight, who dat

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

Yo son what's

[Kay
Ayo man the man, is craving for some of that LL thing
Youknowwhatimsayin? Ill was it man
But I know y'all got more in man

Yo son we here live at the Hit Fiddactory, New City
We got the new flavors from 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 shit y'all is irrelevant
I put it down from the 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 baby
this shit out right here, uh

E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as
Givin head to the glock, pretend hard cock
niggas I came slow through the block
I'm, the original, visual,
Ten times platinum career's lookin critical
Reach for this, being a criminal
Look in your bitch eyes, the is subliminal
You wanna fuck that
I need at least seven figures to even that
But everybody was underestimatin my format
I dropped Ill Bomb and now niggas want more of
Aint a rapper dead or fuckin wit me
Ask the last that tried to come and get me
Talk about paper, I can about broads
I can talk about movies, I can talk about
the fantasies, yo I got all four
And be mine, by law
Why me Greatest Of All Times?
Because for years I kept y'all standin in line
Lovin the way I shine and my combine
With the ruggedest, beats that Def Jam can find
Fuck other niggas with their 9 or 10 hits
My hits run deep as the of your bitch
Back in the days it was the M stick
But now the is all get more whores on the dick
ones for [distorted] and my Riker's 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 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
Featuring LeShaun, it's Imagine That
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 when I'm by
The one givin me a feeling I can't deny
You got the Prada boots on, hittin your thigh
Actin like my twenties aint catchin' 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, 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 with my in between
Then I you to the window so the world can see
Baby I'm down on my knees, let your world be
Curl tongue come get up on this with me
Multiple is your destiny

[LL and
Yo, I'ma hit you in the backseat and tell you to
Imagine
It aint my that my broads collide
That
Knock girls off two at a time
That
Disrespect you and make you mine

[Kay
Ahh man I like the way this shit is going
DJ Enuff rippin it up on the ones and [record scratching]
Hit me up with some 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, it's a 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 dike bitches in cages
Paid in full European shit, Avis
Rocks in ears, the atmosphere
Fuck Canibus, I him last year
But the L still here, face, crystal clear
Love a to give me head while I shampoo her hair
Head to the back baby, no more
You mumblin the shit, dupe, my more clear
Baby here, I been gettin paper for years
And program diretcors who fronted disappeared
And grimy ass niggas get with car bombs
For being overcritical uncle get it on
I burn magazine, god'll intervene
Can't front on hip hop phenomenon from Queens, uh

[DJ
As we it movin, brand new flavor
We call one Hello, featuring Amil
Aight, big up the whole crew
Def Jam 2000 baby, The G.O.A.T., August
Go cop in the stores
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
it's over the phone, it's safe to do it raw
Imagine every world we could explore

Hello

Baby what you right now

Hot pants

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

[Amil] I'm bouncin up and down with my shoulders
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 grease beneath my elbow
If I was there would you do

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

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

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

black, I'm on you niggas minds like Yankee hats
Paparazzi flash, that nigga L up in the
quarter mink, platinum armor, flashin major stacks
I step up, you step
Crucify ya, other men
The lips, the voice, the way the whole shit
My rain won't end, my crown don't
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 niggas afraid
Fuck these record labels til the legend's gettin
The war zone, pierce to your bone
I got a tank on the fanwith nigga, I'm comin
If you want it, and get it, bring it to the death
If you could match a third of my you blessed

That's y'all, LL Cool J, The G.O.A.T.
The Of All Time, August 22nd, go cop that
Don't fuck 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 wanna my man out, the A&R behind this, aight
The A&R executive, yo Bimmy, yo Bimmy come out son

Thank you, God bless you, night...