Freestyle (Explicit)

Hit Factory Freestyle

Ayo this the heavy hitter DJ Enuff Def Jam's own

Aight who dat there

Ayo it's DJ Kay Slay from around they way

Street sweepers baby you know how it's goin down

Yo son what's poppin

Ayo man the streets man is craving for some of that LL thing

Youknowwhatimsayin I'll Bomb was it man

But I know y'all got more in store man

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 sht crackin

Ayo this is the infinite intelligent extravagant and eloquent

That sht y'all talkin is irrelevant

I put it down from the gutter to the tenement

It's LL Cool J n***a 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 sht out right here uh

E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop

It'll make you b***h n***as as hard as rocks

Givin head to the glock pretend it's hard cock

Splashin n***as I came slow through the block

I'm the original visual individual

Ten times platinum your career's lookin critical

Reach for this motherf**k being a criminal

Look in your b***h eyes the vibe is subliminal

You wanna freestyle f**k that

I need at least seven figures to even touch that

But since everybody was underestimatin my format

I dropped I'll Bomb and now n***as want more of that

Ain't a rapper dead or alive f**kin wit me

Ask the last b***h 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

F**k 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 standin in line

Lovin the way I shine and my lyrics combine

With the ruggedest illest beats that Def Jam can find

F**k them other n***as with their 9 or 10 hits

My hits run deep as the emotions of your b***h

Back in the days it was the M fast stick

But now the Bentley is all get more w***es on the d**k

And my Riker's Island n***as

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 n***as come home

Word up the new album gon' be the sht baby

Ain't no doubt about it E Pluribus Unum

Out of many one The G O A T Greatest Of All Time

Ahh 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

DJ Enuff DJ Enuff DJ Enuff

You're the honey that I see when I'm ridin by

The one givin me a feeling that I can't deny

You got the Prada boots on suede hittin your thigh

Actin like my chrome twenties ain't catchin' your eye

Sometimes I slow down catch the a*s in the mirror

Turn the fog lights on to see the legs more clearer

You turn me on keep me standin 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 n***a 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

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

Ahh man I like the way this sht is going down

Hit me up with some more of that flavor

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 knowhatimsayin Bim me uhh yeah me

Outrageous

Turn money like encyclopedia pages

Get freaky throw dike b***hes in cages

Paid in full European sht f**k Avis

Rocks in ears blingin the atmosphere

F**k 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 mumblin the sht dupe my flow more clear

Baby listen here I been gettin paper for years

And program diretcors who fronted they disappeared

And grimy a*s n***as 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

As we keep it movin 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

6X

Hello hello

Yo yo

Honey on the telephone

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

Hello

Baby what you wearin 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 bouncin up and down with my shoulders back

N***a you like that

You see you runnin 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

Ahh man just a little bit of flavor Kay just a little bit of flavor

Aight LL Cool J baby

August 22nd

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 motherf**king 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 sht

Frankly black I'm on you n***as minds like Yankee hats

Paparazzi flash that n***a L up in the back

Three quarter mink platinum armor flashin major stacks

I step up you step back

Crucify ya execution other men

The lips the voice the way the whole sht 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

Walkin in hell's kitchen and fell on the god's blade

New millenium revoltuion my n***as ain't afraid

F**k these record labels 'til the legend's gettin paid

The war zone I'ma pierce to your bone

I got a tank on the fanwith n***a I'm comin 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

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 f**k with the bootleggers aight

I wanna big up my man DJ Kay Slay for holdin it down wit me

Aight and before we shut it down aight

Thank you God bless you good night