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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 around they way
sweepers baby you know how it's goin down

Yo son poppin?

Slay]
Ayo man the man, is craving for some of that LL thing
Ill Bomb was it man
But I know y'all got 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 heat son, let's get 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
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 out right here, uh

E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as
head to the glock, pretend it's hard cock
Splashin niggas I came through the block
I'm, the original, visual,
Ten times platinum your career's lookin
Reach for this, being a criminal
in your bitch eyes, the vibe is subliminal
You wanna fuck that
I need at seven figures to even touch that
But everybody was underestimatin my format
I dropped Ill Bomb and now niggas more of that
a rapper dead or alive fuckin wit me
Ask the last bitch that to come and get me
Talk 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 me Greatest Of All Times?
Because for fifteen I kept y'all standin in line
Lovin the way I shine and my lyrics
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 Bentley is all get more on the dick
This ones for [distorted] and my Riker's Island
That remember I came through
The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74
Little Nasi and the crew, y'all niggas home

Word up, the new album be the shit baby
Aint no doubt about it, E Unum
Out of many one, The G.O.A.T., Of All Time...

[DJ Kay
Ahh yeah, brand new by LL Cool J
Featuring LeShaun, it's Imagine That
I'm in the house with my man, DJ
Yo Bimmy, is how it's going down
Come on Enuff, uh, on Enuff, one more 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 hittin your
like my chrome twenties aint catchin' your eye
Sometimes I down, catch the ass in the mirror
Turn the fog lights on, to see the legs clearer
You turn me on, keep me up
I that I could prove to you that 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 machine
Make copies of your kitten my chin in between
I take you to the window so the world can see
Baby I'm down on my knees, let world be free
Curl tongue get up on this desk with me
Multiple orgasms is your

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

Slay]
Ahh man I the way this shit is going down
DJ rippin it up on the ones 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, 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 this baby, it going]

I'm *Incredible* [what outrageous
Turn like encyclopedia pages
Get throw dike bitches in cages
Paid in full European shit, Avis
Rocks in ears, blingin the
Fuck Canibus, I bodied him year
But the L still here, face, crystal clear
Love a chick to me head while I shampoo her hair
to the back baby, no more tears
You mumblin the shit, dupe, my flow clear
Baby listen here, I been paper for years
And program who fronted they disappeared
And grimy ass niggas get with car bombs
For overcritical with uncle get it on
I burn your magazine, god'll
Can't on this hip hop phenomenon from Queens, uh

[DJ
As we it movin, brand new flavor
We this one Hello, featuring Amil
Aight, big up the whole Roc-A-Fella
Def Jam baby, The G.O.A.T., August 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 both

Hello

Baby you wearin right now

[Amil] Hot

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

[Amil] I'm up and down with my shoulders back
you like that

You see you runnin up my
Mama hear me but you just too ill
I get your flicks lined up, low
Cherry flavored grease my elbow
If I was there what 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 flavor Kay, just a bit of flavor
Aight, LL J baby
22nd

Mirror, mirror, on the
Who was the man before 'Pac and Biggie
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 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 niggas minds like hats
Paparazzi flash, that nigga L up in the
quarter mink, platinum armor, flashin major stacks
I step up, you back
ya, execution other men
The lips, the voice, the way the shit blend
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, wise, half my age
Walkin in hell's kitchen and fell on the blade
New revoltuion, my niggas aint afraid
Fuck these record 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 it, come and get it, bring it to the death
If you could match a third of my success you

That's y'all, LL Cool 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 holdin it wit me
Aight, and before we it down, aight
I wanna bring my man out, the A&R behind this,
The A&R executive, yo Bimmy, yo come out here son

Thank you, God bless you, night...