LL Cool J, DJ Kay Slay, DJ Enuff - Hit Factory Freestyle lyrics

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? Ill 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 shit crackin

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
Ain't 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 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
Fuck them other niggas with their
9 or 10 hit's my hit's 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

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 GOAT
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 ass 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 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

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 shit 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


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 mumblin the shit, dupe
My flow more clear baby listen here
I been gettin paper for years
And program diretcors 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

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 GOAT, August 22nd
Go cop that in the stores
Big up to all the ladies, aight, c'mon

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

Baby what you wearin right now

My girl ain't around let's get down
And I hope the phone's tapped let's
Pretend you on my lap

Nigga 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

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 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
Flashin 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
Walkin in hell's kitchen and fell
On the god's blade new millenium revoltuion
My niggas ain't afraid
Fuck 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 nigga
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 GOAT
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 holdin it down wit 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

Thank you, God bless you, good night