G.o.a.t. (edited)

[ll cool j]
Ayo this is the infinite, intelligent, extravagant and eloquent
That shit y'all talkin is irrelevant
I put it down from the gutter to the tenement
It's ll cool j nigga, everything i do is excellent
And i got to represent, q-boro, the thorough
Y'knawmean? we get down, we get down baby
Check this shit out right here, uh

E pluribus unum is the album i'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Givin head to the glock, pretend it's hard cock
Splashin niggas i came slow through the block
I'm, the original, visual, individual
Ten times platinum your career's lookin critical
Reach for this, motherfuck being a criminal
Look in your bitch eyes, the vibe is subliminal
You wanna freestyle fuck that
I need at least seven figures to even touch that
But since everybody was underestimatin' my format
I dropped ill bomb and now niggas want more of that
Aint a rapper dead or alive fuckin wit me
Ask the last bitch that tried to come and get me
Talk about paper, i can talk about broads
I can talk about movies, i can talk about awards
Fuck the fantasies, yo i got all four
And 2001'll be mine, by law
Why name the greatest of all times?
Because for fifteen years i kept y'all standin in line
Lovin the way i shine and my lyrics combine
With the ruggedest, illest beats that def jam can find
Fuck them other niggas with their 9 or 10 hits
My hits run deep as the emotions of your bitch
Back in the days it was the m fast stick
But now the bentley is all get more whores on the dick
This ones for clue and my riker's island niggas
That remember when i came through
The big o b c c h d m 2 c 74
Little nasi and the crew, y'all niggas come home

Word up, the new album gon' be the shit baby
Aint no doubt about it, e pluribus unum
Out of many one, the g.o.a.t., greatest of all time...

Intro:
Aiiyo bimmy
So rock the bells, def jam collabo' man
You know'say, bim...my...yeah
Feel it's baby, (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha ha

Chorus: ll cool j and kandice love

(l) i'm the g.o.a.t. i just ball a lot (l)
And (cool j) i'm double platinum on the hot blocks and
(l) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (l)
And (cool j) you see my hand not what i got and
(l) strictly evil in the big box (l)
And (cool j) it's no stoppin when my shit knocks and
(l) get it all baby don't stop (l)
And (cool j) don't move the bottle let the corks pop

Verse 1: ll cool j

I'm incredible, well nigga, outrageous
Turn money like encyclopedia pages
Get freaky throw dyke bitches in cages
Paid in full european shit fuck avis
Rocks in ears...blingin' the atmosphere
Fuck canibus i bodied him last year
But the l still here watch face crystal clear
The other chick will give me heat while i shampoo her hair
Head tilted back baby no more tears
You mumblin' and shit duke my flow more clear
Baby listen here, i been gettin' paper for years
And program directors who fronted they disappear
And grimy ass niggas get laced with car bombs
For bein' over-critical when uncle get it on
I'll burn your magazine, god'll intervene
Can't front on this hip-hop phenomenon from queens (i'm)

Chorus: ll cool j and kandice love

(l) i'm the g.o.a.t. i just ball a lot (l)
And (cool j) i'm double platinum on the hot blocks and
(l) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (l)
And (cool j) you see my hand not what i got and
(l) strictly evil in the big box (l)
And (cool j) it's no stoppin when my shit knocks and
(l) get it all baby don't stop (l)
And (cool j) don't move the bottle let the corks pop

Verse 2: ll cool j

Bandwagon niggas ride my dick ev'ryday
And broke ass critics always got somethin' to say
'bout how a nigga should flip his shit a different way
The fuck you know "bout hip-hop, i'm ll cool j, nigga
They send bentleys for me, security escort me
Now you wanna run to the authorities and report me
For being cocky...t'ward those that cock block me
I'm makin' millions, no nigga, it don't shock me
I'm supposed to have it. you never been close to karots
That's why you poppin' that shit jealous bastarts
I ain't impressed by you playa that's that
Matter-o-fact gimme your autograph...on my nut-sack
Ya'll niggas benigni-ing...not cool
You just got some white kids in the suburbs fooled
But your albums trash from the skit to the covers
I tear the plastic off and use it for a rubber (i'm)

Chorus: ll cool j and kandice love

(l) i'm the g.o.a.t. i just ball a lot (l)
And (cool j) i'm double platinum on the hot blocks and
(l) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (l)
And (cool j) you see my hand not what i got and
(l) strictly evil in the big box (l)
And (cool j) it's no stoppin when my shit knocks and
(l) get it all baby don't stop (l)
And (cool j) don't move the bottle let the corks pop

Verse 3: ll cool j

Seems like ev'ry rappers a former nicky barnes
Ya ugly ass corny niggas is wannabe dons
I'm the best, platinum nine times in a row (wow)
Paparozzi flash while i snatch niggas hoes (wow)
Live the lifestyles so the average dime piece
Wanna have my lovechild and roll l style
A man hostile, but my queens niggas run wild
So when i skate through niggas strain to smile
Peep my profile and my iced-out dial
I tap my horn, say "what up?" but never smile
And deuce ass niggas is noodles
And your broke ass stripper weave is lookin' like a poodle
'scuse my french ja ma pel ll
I'm platinum again so tell 'em to go to hell
Then pour some cristal for my foes that fell
Hard as hell, big fell, i excel, rock bells (i'm)

Chorus: ll cool j and kandice love

(l) i'm the g.o.a.t. i just ball a lot (l)
And (cool j) i'm double platinum on the hot blocks and
(l) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (l)
And (cool j) you see my hand not what i got and
(l) strictly evil in the big box (l)
And (cool j) it's no stoppin when my shit knocks and
(l) get it all baby don't stop (l)
And (cool j) don't move the bottle let the corks pop

This for my man yo... word up

[radio transmission]
"i got a 187 on the corner of farmers boulevard in linden."
"uh, drug related?"
"the usual."

I don't mean this in a disrespectful way
But columbine happens in the ghetto every day
When the shit goes down y'all aint got nothing to say


[verse 1]
He kicked the old lady's door in, threw her on the floor
Choked her to death so she don't scream no more
He need some white chocolate, he feel it in his bones
He heard she refinanced and got a bank loan
He used to mow the lawn, take the garbage out
Now she in the closet wit a sock in her mouth
Copped a chain, copped some crills
Crack pipe in his windpipe, twistin like a drill
Run around frontin, buyin his mens kicks
Gassed a broad up so she can help her rent a whip
The other killer peeped him out flashin a knot
A well known murderer, check the ill plot
Call up corey buns, get him on the block
Niggas gotta eat, plus he front alot
He came through, straight strip search
He said i'm comin back, and i'ma put in work
Niggas told him, ayo leave that shit alone
But pride mixed with crack, had him in a zone
Prepared for more shit than depends
Eyes bloodshot through a cardier lens
Niggas said buns came through lookin strange
Yeah, buns won't stay in his lane
Aight, buns want ghetto fame
And caught two in the ukraine at point blank range

It's a, homicide, just a homicide [8x]

I don't mean this in a disrespectful way
But columbine happens in the ghetto every day
When the shit goes down y'all aint got nothing to say

[verse 2]
Jamaician cat, real treacherous
Used to smuggle burners up from texas
Had the ill crib out in rosedale
Took the money from the trunk and copped a fishscale
Chinese jamacian, real pretty nigga
Love puffin blunts, throwin bodies in the river
One of the illest niggas that the world ever saw
Used to take loaded nines and throw 'em on the floor
He was from brooklyn, and i don't know the block
I met him at the flicks he commented on my rocks
We rolled back to back, while i was slingin raps
He was slingin crack, i was seventeen fascinated by the stacks
Runnin with dangerous niggas and packin gats
Uh, the shit thrill me, lookin so clean, and livin so filthy
I heard his right hand man disappeared
They found his bike in the street somewhere
Conspiracy theories, niggas talkin shit
Small world, i was close to his right hand man's chick
She kept beepin him he never called back
When they found him in the trunk his body was jet black
Pretty jamacian kept doin his thing
Him and his older brother got caught up in a sting
Out on bail, pressure by the feds, he caught seven in the head
What goes around, comes back around
Nigga rest in peace when they lay ya down

[radio transmission]
"uh, central, your assistance is requested we have a major crisis here
Mrs. winthrop's cat is stuck in a tree."
"roger, a squad car is on the way."

It's a, homicide, just a homicide[4x]

I don't mean this in a disrespectful way
But columbine happens in the ghetto every day
When this shit goes down y'all aint got nothing to say

[radio transmission]
"central, the cat has been rescued."

[verse 3]
In the ghetto black men are dying at alarming rates
Walkin the street is like entering a sweepstakes
You never know if you gon win or lose
We walk around feelin confused and totally abused
Can't front, i'ma millionaire livin like a king
Still feenin for that shrimp, fried rice and chicken wings
Still feenin for the vibe, only the ghetto bring
Pumpin songs of pain only real niggas sing
Queens finest, but there's one minus
The bodies on the battlefield that got left behind us
I'm sick and tired of going to wakes
Cuz niggas never look the same in the casket
It's bugged out, they skin look like plastic
I shed tears, but use shades to mask it
"mr. media", where was you at when my man died
When it was classified a drug related homicide
It's like until the killer hit the suburbs
I aint hear nothing, not a word
"mr. media", help us shed light on these homicides
Not just columbine, but all the time

It's a, homicide, just a homicide[8x]

[ll cool j]
Get the fuck out of here, i'm ll cool
Soakin wet with bad bitches in the indoor pool
[redman]
Yo what am i, an animal?
[ll]
Cuz i bagged your's too
One bad mooley, and you can get pants, schooly
I'm the g.o.a.t., what i wrote cause fire and smoke
Think i started on the choir singin solo for the pope
Tell your mama please, get up off her knees
You can't wear yellow spandex wit a ass of cottage cheese
Open toed shoes, feet smell like collard greens
Toes *kriss krossed* like she on j. dupris' team
Button your sittin up like beach balls in the sand plus
A mouth full of rotten teeth with a dildo in her hand
Who the fuck let you in, all my assistants are fired
Now i'm lookin for some washed up rapper that i can hire
You know some old school nigga wit a bit of attitude
Pay him $1500 to fuck a girl in an interlude
You say i'm souped up, well, soup is good food
So what i scratch my nuts, how the fuck is that wrong
For so glowin, afro pickin
S-curl hatin, jamaican rum sippin
[method man]
Kid i'll burp on your girl buttcheeks
[ll]
The honey had my nuts like two red beets
I'm banannas, out of my fuckin mind they won't let me back in
Cuz i was down before the hype like dusty rhodes and bob backlund
Bruno samartino, stan staziak
Now the rock and stone cold are my favorite maniacs
The top rooster pluckin, chickens when i'm cluckin
Wwf stands for when and where we fuckin

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[redman]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm like menace ii society
I roll through the drive thru like kane
Jack you for the cheeseburgers and chicken wings, and datins too
See my boys down the ride crack patience too
Bricks, walk around, snorkel down
Maccaroni and cheese timbs broke out the orphan house
Transportin out, the poison in 'em
Box 'em up in the aisle with the frozen dinners
[method man]
And them niggas that ran...
[redman]
My goal's to get 'em
With the heat seekin flow wit, fo' antennas
Doc's da name, that's why y'all fuck wit me
I'm pocket change, the bums don't fuck with d
Objective in 'em, carlo inspection sticka
Check the pen, i write like a x was in 'em
Teeth grittin, i brawl wit a major league mitten
[meth]
Where the stash at
[red]
Yo, yo, punk, m takin me wit him

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[method man]
Yo, this be the cool j function, music get my blood pumpin
Down for whatever, which usually means i'm up to somethin
Who owe me somethin, them niggas in the back frontin
They rockin cuffs and, put the eight up, rappercussion
You know my name, so there's no need for introduction
I'm mr. done it all, so none of y'all can do me nothing
Bitch i'm grown, puffin on that one and bone
Bet me and queen bee be swingin til the honey come
Backs get blown, trash get thrown
In headlocks, from this view, i'm fuckin star jones
I'm red hot just like candy, in '95 won the grammy
[redman]
Yo, he use it as an ashtray now
[method]
Niggas can't stand or understand me, yeah
Either or, funky headhunter wild comanchees wit shitty draws
What's that shit, what shit, that shit on your lip
I can't smoke wit ya kid, but i'll save ya the clip...

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[dmx]
The shit i see every day brings tears to my eyes
How i holla at my niggas brings ears to my cries
Stick niggas for not knowin, then teach 'em somethin
Bitch niggas talkin bout you from the streets you frontin
I never liked you, and you, i don't know
So what the fuck you think is 'sposed to happen, we gon go
Mono on mono, whatever nigga, i'm gon dust you
If you can't pick that afro, i'm gon bust you
Walkin like you was a lil nigga cuz you is
And don't forget that daddy's gonna always love his kids
Crackin niggas got the nerve to wonder why i rob, why
You guys will live while everybody else'll starve
That pretty shit is played, fuck what your name hold
Break a nigga off somethin, watch a nigga gain fo'
Now you layin somewhere cold, stiff as shit
And all that riffin shit, mens will get you hit, bitch

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