G.O.A.T. Featuring James T. Smith: The Greatest Of All Time
[LL Talking - 1st chorus] Uhh, Yeah, Hell yeah, Word up Yeah, Hell yeah, hell yeah
[Chorus] I'm the G.O.A.T. The Greatest of All Time (coo-coo, coo, Cool J) The Greatest of All Time (LL) The Greatest of All Time (coo, coo, Cool J) The Greatest of All Time I'm the G.O.A.T. The Greatest of All Time (coo-coo, coo, Cool J) The Greatest of All Time (LL) The Greatest of All Time (Cool J) I'm The Greatest 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 Speilberg "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
[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 ecstacy, 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)
[(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 solo, no crew Ain't a MC 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.