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Hit Factory Freestyle
[DJ Enuff:] Ayo, this the
heavy hitter DJ Enuff, Def Jam's own Aight, who that there? [DJ Kay Slay:] Ayo it's DJ Kay Slay from around they way Street sweepers baby you know how it's going down [DJ Enuff:] Yo son what's popping? [Kay Slay:] Ayo man the
streets man, is craving for some of that LL thing You know what I'm saying? Ill Bomb was it man But I
know y'all got more in store man [DJ Enuff:] Yo son we here live at the
Hit Fiddactory, New York City We got the
brand new flavors from LL Cool J
Ayo Bimmy! Pass that heat son, let's get this shit cracking [LL Cool J:] Ayo this is the
infinite, intelligent, extravagant and eloquent That shit y'all talking 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'know mean? 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 Giving head to the
Glock, pretend it's hard cock Splashing niggas I
came slow through the
block I'm, the
original, visual, individual Ten times platinum your career's looking 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 underestimating my format I
dropped Ill Bomb and now niggas want more of that Ain't a
rapper dead or alive fuckin with 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 me "greatest of all times"? Because for fifteen years I
kept y'all standing in line Loving 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 [?] 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 Ain't no doubt about it, E
Pluribus Unum Out of many one. The
G.O.A.T. "Greatest of all time" [DJ Kay Slay:] Ah yeah, brand new flavor by LL Cool J
Featuring LeShaun, it's called Imagine That I'm in the
house with my man, DJ Enuff Yo Bimmy, this is how it's going down Come on Enuff, uh, come on Enuff, one more time [LL Cool J:] DJ Enuff, DJ Enuff, DJ Enuff You're the
honey that I
see when I'm riding by The
one giving me a
feeling that I
can't deny You got the
Prada boots on, suede hitting your thigh Acting like my chrome twenties ain't catching your eye Sometimes I
slow down, catch the
ass in the
mirror Turn the
fog lights on, to see the
legs more clearer You turn me on, keep me standing up I
wish that I
could prove to you that I'm man enough I
come up to your job and handcuff your boss Throw that nigga in the
closet and turn the
lights off Then sit you up on the
copy machine Make copies of your kitten with my chin in between Then I
take you to the
window so the
world can see Baby I'm down on my knees, let your world be free Curl tongue come get up on this desk with me Multiple orgasms is your destiny [LL Cool J
and LeShaun:] Yo, I'ma hit you in the
backseat and tell you to slide Imagine that It ain't my fault that my broads collide Imagine that Knock your girls off two at a
time Imagine that Disrespect you and still make you mine [Kay Slay:] Ah man I
like the
way this shit is going down DJ Enuff ripping it up on the
ones and twos [?] Hit me up with some more of that flavor [LL Cool J:] Ayo Bimmy, it's a
rock the, ayo Bimmy, it's, ayo Bimmy, it's a
rock the
Ayo Bimmy, ayo Bimmy, ayo Bimmy, it's a
Rock the
Bells, Def Jam Collabo man. Know what I'm saying, Bim. Me, uh, yeah, me, (Goddamn!) me, yeah, feel this baby, (keep it going) I'm (incredible) (what nigga) outrageous Turn money like encyclopedia pages Get freaky throw dike 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 Love a
chick to give me head while I
shampoo her hair Head to the
back baby, no more tears You mumbling the
shit, dupe, my flow more clear Baby listen here, I
been getting paper for years And program directors who fronted they disappeared And grimy ass niggas get laced with car bombs For being overcritical with uncle get it on I
burn your magazine, god'll intervene Can't front on this hip hop phenomenon from Queens, uh [DJ Enuff:] As we keep it moving, brand new flavor We call this one Hello, featuring Amil Aight, big up the
whole Roc-A-Fella crew Def Jam 2000 baby. The
G.O.A.T.. August 22nd Go cop that in the
stores Big up to all the
ladies, aight, c'mon [LL Cool J
and Amil:] Hello, hello Yo, yo Hello, hello Yo, yo Hello, hello Yo, yo Hello, hello Yo, yo Hello, hello Yo, yo Hello, hello Yo, yo [Woman::] Honey on the
telephone [LL Cool J:] You're the
212 or 718 Or 914 I
love it hardcore When it's over the
phone, it's safe to do it raw Imagine every world we could both explore [Amil:] Hello Baby what you wearing right now Hot pants My girl ain't around let's get down And I
hope the
phone's tapped let's pretend you on my lap I'm bouncing up and down with my shoulders back Nigga you like that You see you running up my bill Mama might hear me but you just too ill I
get your flicks lined up, stereo low Cherry flavored grease beneath my elbow If I
was there what would you do I'd lay you on your back Ride or die daddy and I
love it like that [DJ Enuff:] Ah man, just a
little bit of flavor Kay, just a
little bit of flavor Aight, LL Cool J
baby August 22nd [LL Cool J:] Mirror, mirror, on the
wall Who was the
man before 'Pac and Biggie Smalls No disrespect, but y'all know how I
ball The L L C O O L
J, what's my motherfucking name y'all Mirror, mirror, on the
wall Who was the
man before Master P
and Puff y'all No disrespect, but y'all know what he's called The L L C O O L
J, spell that shit Frankly black, I'm on you niggas minds like Yankee hats Paparazzi flash, that nigga L
up in the
back Three quarter mink, platinum armor, flashing major stacks I
step up, you step back Crucify ya, execution other men The
lips, the
voice, the
way the
whole shit blend My rain won't end, my crown don't bend From the
mind, to the
arm, to the
hand, to the
pen To the
page, to the
stage, career wise, half my age Walking in hell's kitchen and fell on the
god's blade New millennium revolution, my niggas ain't afraid Fuck these record labels 'til the
legend's getting paid The
war zone, I'ma pierce to your bone I
got a
tank on the
fan with nigga, I'm coming home If you want it, come and get it, bring it to the
death If you could match a
third of my success you blessed [DJ Enuff:] That's right, y'all. LL Cool J. The
G.O.A.T. The
"greatest of all time". August 22nd. Go cop that Don't fuck with the
bootleggers, aight I
wanna big up my man DJ Kay Slay for holding it down with me Aight. And before we shut it down. Aight I
wanna bring my man out. The
A&R behind this. Aight The
A&R executive. Yo, Bimmy. Yo, Bimmy, come out here, son [Bimmy:] Thank you, God bless you, good night...
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