| Uhh, Yeah, Hell yeah, Word up Yeah, Hell yeah, hell yeah
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| I’m the G.O.A.T.
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| The Greast of All Time (coo-coo, coo, Cool J)
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| The Greast of All Time (LL)
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| The Greast of All Time (coo, coo, Cool J)
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| The Greast of All Time
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| I’m the G.O.A.T.
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| The Greast of All Time (coo-coo, coo, Cool J)
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| The Greast of All Time (LL)
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| The Greast of All Time (Cool J)
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| I’m the Greast of All Time
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| I was on the movie set, then he hit me on the cell
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| Niggas out here talk bout the King of Rap fell
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| Fell where? |
| Don’t these niggas know I’m LL?
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| Lemme run it throguht this album, tell Spielberg «Chill»
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| My jet hit LaGuardia six in the morn
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| They be waitin in the Bentley when the plane takes on Straight to the studio dirty — no shower
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| Threw out 5 mics in the first half hour
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| Niggas know, who about to get all the dough (LL)
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| Who about to hit all your homes (LL)
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| Who about to spit all the flows
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| That’s all I can say, and I can’t stands no more (We know)
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| Aiight then, what the fuck the deal yo?
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| I’s raised on some ill shit, let’s be real
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| Uptown — the Bronx, and Brooklyn and Queens
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| Staten Island, Jersey, ya know the routine
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| East Coast — y’all want it, y’all got it Look up in my eyes, a nigga feelin psychotic
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| Look outside nigga, my cars excited
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| Look at the crowd, how they respond to my product
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| Like exstacy, my crew’s next to me It’s my destiny, to make history
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| I’m the emperor — Rap King
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| >From the streets of Paris, up north to Sing-Sing
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| One question: Do I do my thing thing? |
| (Hell Yeah)
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| Then putcha L’s in the air, for the Greatest Rapper All Time
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| You want that other nigga album
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| But that nigga bought all mine
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| So get the realness (uhh)
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| Matter fact turn it up so you can feel this (uhh)
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| Ice grill all you want, I’m fearless (uhh)
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| Nigga, you just blue try, you can’t appeal this (uhh)
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| I’m about to kill this (uhh)
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| (LL Cool J is) Break it down
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| (Hard as)
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| Feel it, yeah, blow ya whistles, yeah *laugh*
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| Sss, you can’t fuck wit me, nigga
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| Feel it Fuck wrong wit you?
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| I wrote so ill that I sold ten mill
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| Drop more platinum, to fo' mo' bills
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| You pop mo' shit, I show mo' skill
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| Greatest of All Time, and that’s all real
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| Ain’t no reapper could do what I do Rip ya whole label so low, no crew
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| Ain’t a M C that I can’t go throught
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| And I only have respect for a chosen few
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| But they could get it too
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| Trust me, you don’t want L to spit at you
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| I’m the one they call when shit gets critical
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| The way I conquer the world is spiritual
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| I’m imperial
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| Everlasting, the best who ever did it Holdin the crown down, can’t nobody get it Germany, Italy, France, Japan
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| London, Africa, bow to The Master — The G.O.A.T.
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| LL Cool J is hard as. |