DJ Scratch - Rocking With the G.O.A.T. lyrics

[Intro] You should be happy if you could get outta this thing wit a ringtone Clown [Verse 1] That was cool now let's get back to that block sh** Make it impossible for haters who wanna pop sh** (I got this) I'm leanin back in the co*kpit I drop big bombs these ba*tards can't stop it (Hot sh**) I'm a profit for profit, once I decide to lock it f**in' with me is toxic Go prop on n***as love songs and rock sh** Show these motherf**ers how to spit they ain't about sh** (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 j**els like yoda my young students love me All rappers are under not one of them above me I rip sh**, I blow the whole house down On your big mouth clown You don't wanna f** around [Hook] 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 sh**) You are now rocking wit the G.O.A.T Go 'head do your two step wit your hand in your coat n***a You are now rocking wit the G.O.A.T Throw your hands in the air, try to wave away the smoke (That's that sh**) You are now rocking wit the G.O.A.T Go 'head do your two step while I let these n***as know [Verse 2] (You better back down) Listen good with both ears Keep your mouth shut, fall back like broke chairs It's hard to find a n***a like me, I'm so rare Them n***as had a pretty good run, I don't care So far ahead that I'm countin in light years That mean lightning strikes longer than your career I'm so arrogant motherf**ers 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 co*ksukers You way too lame, I showed you game Just in case y'all forgot my name I'm the G-O-A-T., much hottest lately Ripping motherf**ers since Cut-Creater dropped the break beat Farmers Blvd's is up in this b**h And I help Russell hustle, you could go ask Rick [Hook] [Verse 3] The, the, the, the (Monster) is back They probably put a hit on me for murdering the track They tried to sh** 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) crack I floated to the top, fully loaded on co*k Cause the way ya motherf**ers his hot oven this hot he don't stop These n***as wanna sell you the hype but don't cop I'll give you the pure shot, I'm the L Motherf**in' 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 n***as get your sh** together n***a 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 [Hook]