Old School New School

Classic, uh, uh, uh

I'd like to welcome ya'll to Exit 13

My name is LL Cool J

AKA the GOAT

R. Leslie on the track, uh, uh, uh

I told ya'll that I would make a killing

I told ya'll I blow like Mount St. Helen's

I told ya'll I'm the truth, they paint me like a villain

Sick on paper, the inch to penicillin

I told ya'll the real, they started catching feelings

Muthafuck 'em all, throw ya L's to the ceiling

Cool J, still hotter than a helicopter crashing in lava

Still sweeter to the ladies than a box of Godiva

Music industry is like a game of cops and robbers

Too many Indians, no chiefs to follow

What I'm sowing today, I be reaping tomorrow

So here's some joyful bars, to replace your sorrow

I'm beyond a legend, I'm iconic

Fall off, rebuild, your man's bionic

Put your trust in me, I never let you down

I always come up with a way to checkmate these clowns

I effeminate these clowns, trynna take me down

Ask Puffy and Nas, who 'hates me now'

The Phenomenon, ladies love the don

I give 'em an ear-gasm, they can't keep calm

Old school, new school, need to learn though

I burn baby burn like disco inferno

Old school, new school, need to learn though

I burn baby burn like disco inferno

I told ya'll that I was coming back

I told ya'll I ain't going out like that

I told ya'll I was the greatest to ever rap

And I built Def Jam and took a piss on the map

I told ya'll, I wasn't like the other cats

I'm fresh like a Wii, them niggas playing jacks

They all a bunch of a rats, they copying off 2Pac's stats

Wearing tuxedos to hide they tight speedo

Chains is tucked in, I'm incognito

Fuck with your ego, and touch your girl's labito

There will never be on flyer, LL Cool J

Taking you higher and higher

The wire, the GOAT, the grand sire

Who good at 24's if you want flat tires

Telling your soul and then performing with a choir

People, please, don't listen to these liars

Ladies and gentlemen, these, niggas is selling you up

Bunch of irrelevant shit, it's not intelligent, is it?

My shit's exquisite, don't follow the yellow brick road

Them niggas faking like the Wizard

Is it really possible I'm this hot?

LL Cool J, still on top?

24 years, I ain't forget the block

You can ask my Jay in the shop

Linden Boulevard, little Coupe, big rocks

Real estate only, I ain't fucking with the stocks

Why not, so our grandkids could feed they grandkids

And they grandkids, can feed they damn kids

And Collin Park throw ya hands in the air

Jump before I turn 'em in a Cool J affair

My word is my bond, every summer I'm there

Ya'll can jump double dutch while I'm laying in the cut

I told ya'll I wasn't giving up

I told ya'll, I can jump on tracks and switch the rhythm up

Do work, treat rap like a ripped skirt

Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, throw it up

You'd been standing by my side for years

Sold out concerts, screams and cheers

Front row T-Shirt, L, we here

I bought every album, too many to count 'em

Watch your movies, your the only good thing about 'em

Todd Smith jeans, I can't live without 'em

And the only thing I want from you

Is for you to keep doing that shit you do