Lyrical Breakdown of LL.Cool.J- Rocking With The G.O.A.T. - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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You should be happy if we get outta this thing wit a ringtone clown That was cool now let's get back to that block shit Make it impossible for haters who wanna pop shit (I got this) I'm leanin back in the cockpit I drop big bombs these bastards can't stop it (Hotness) I'm a profit for profit Once I decide to lock it Frontin on me is toxic Go prop on haters love songs and rock hits Blow em out the? trunk? is what I spit they aint about ish (This is it) I'm so ruthless and cunning when the drummer was drumming Ya'll see I got your man running LL the boss Like luke wit the force My techniques ugly Dirty like rugby Drop jewels like yoda my young students love me All rappers are under not one of them above me (I rip it) I blow the whole house down On your big mouth clown You can come see me now (chorus) Mic check You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T. Throw your hands in the air have a sip take a toke (Hot ish) You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T. Go 'head do your two step wit your hand in your coat playa You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T. Throw your hands in the air try to wave away the smoke (That's it) You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T. Go 'head do your two step while I let these haters know (You better back down) Listen good with both ears Keep your mouth shut, fall back like broke chairs How can they deliver like me I'm so rare Your man had a pretty good run I don't care(So far) So far ahead that I'm countin in light years That mean lightning strikes longer than your career I'm so arrogant superstars you like that, yeah In your Club making rukus no momma wanna touch us (I'm a grown man) ? Muff? boys like Kobe at the Ruckers Play Chris Tucker, Rush all you cocksukers You way to lame I showed you game Just in case Ya'll forgot my name I'm the G.O.A.T. Much hottest lately Ripping all comers since Cut-Creater tried to break beat Farmers Blvd's is up in here thick And I help Russell hustle you could go ask Rick (chorus) Mic check You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T. Throw your hands in the air have a sip take a toke (Hot ish) You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T. Go 'head do your two step wit your hand in your coat playa You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T. Throw your hands in the air try to wave away the smoke (That's it) You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T. Go 'head do your two step while I let these haters The(4 x's) (Monster) is back They probably put a hit on me for murdering the track They tried to flip on me they thought I wasn't coming back They sealed the jar 'n then they threw me in the back Career means circles I came (back like) bbrrraaaackkkk I floated to the top Fully loaded on cock 'Cause once he get the oven this hot he don't stop These frauds wanna sell you the hype but don't cop I'll give you the pure shot (I'm the L) Motherfuckin' L forever What they sayin' on the internet I rip whoever For the last 10 years I so I loved 'em better But I'm back you sick time to get your clique together dummy I (Play hard) I goes in for real The odds 'r always wit me win I spin the wheel And you could've rocked wit me but your not real So when I polish off the plaque I'll let you know how it feels uh (chorus) Mic check You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T. Throw your hands in the air have a sip take a toke (Hot ish) You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T. Go 'head do your two step wit your hand in your coat playa You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T. Throw your hands in the air try to wave away the smoke (That's it) You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T. Go 'head do your two step while I let these haters Mic check You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T. (Retire)