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

 [Chorus]
 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

 [Verse 1]
 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

 [Chorus]

 [Verse 2]
 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)

 [Chorus]

 [(Background) LL]
 (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?

 [Verse 3]
 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.

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 LL Cool J is hard as