The G.O.A.T. - LL COOL J

Uhh, Yeah, Hell yeah, Word up Yeah, Hell yeah, hell yeah

I’m the G.O.A.T.

The Greast of All Time (coo-coo, coo, Cool J)

The Greast of All Time (LL)

The Greast of All Time (coo, coo, Cool J)

The Greast of All Time

I’m the G.O.A.T.

The Greast of All Time (coo-coo, coo, Cool J)

The Greast of All Time (LL)

The Greast of All Time (Cool J)

I’m the Greast of All Time

I was on the movie set, then he hit me on the cell

Niggas out here talk bout the King of Rap fell

Fell where?

Don’t these niggas know I’m LL?

Lemme run it throguht this album, tell Spielberg «Chill»

My jet hit LaGuardia six in the morn

They be waitin in the Bentley when the plane takes on Straight to the studio dirty — no shower

Threw out 5 mics in the first half hour

Niggas know, who about to get all the dough (LL)

Who about to hit all your homes (LL)

Who about to spit all the flows

That’s all I can say, and I can’t stands no more (We know)

Aiight then, what the fuck the deal yo?

I’s raised on some ill shit, let’s be real

Uptown — the Bronx, and Brooklyn and Queens

Staten Island, Jersey, ya know the routine

East Coast — y’all want it, y’all got it Look up in my eyes, a nigga feelin psychotic

Look outside nigga, my cars excited

Look at the crowd, how they respond to my product

Like exstacy, my crew’s next to me It’s my destiny, to make history

I’m the emperor — Rap King

>From the streets of Paris, up north to Sing-Sing

One question: Do I do my thing thing?

(Hell Yeah)

Then putcha L’s in the air, for the Greatest Rapper All Time

You want that other nigga album

But that nigga bought all mine

So get the realness (uhh)

Matter fact turn it up so you can feel this (uhh)

Ice grill all you want, I’m fearless (uhh)

Nigga, you just blue try, you can’t appeal this (uhh)

I’m about to kill this (uhh)

(LL Cool J is) Break it down

(Hard as)

Feel it, yeah, blow ya whistles, yeah *laugh*

Sss, you can’t fuck wit me, nigga

Feel it Fuck wrong wit you?

I wrote so ill that I sold ten mill

Drop more platinum, to fo' mo' bills

You pop mo' shit, I show mo' skill

Greatest of All Time, and that’s all real

Ain’t no reapper could do what I do Rip ya whole label so low, no crew

Ain’t a M C that I can’t go throught

And I only have respect for a chosen few

But they could get it too

Trust me, you don’t want L to spit at you

I’m the one they call when shit gets critical

The way I conquer the world is spiritual

I’m imperial

Everlasting, the best who ever did it Holdin the crown down, can’t nobody get it Germany, Italy, France, Japan

London, Africa, bow to The Master — The G.O.A.T.

LL Cool J is hard as.