Ll酷J Goat[Edited]

1.Intro(Goat)

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
Aint 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 the 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 hits
My hits 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
This ones for clue and my riker's island niggas
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
Aint no doubt about it, e pluribus unum
Out of many one, the g.o.a.t., greatest of all time...


2.Imagine That

F／ leshaun

I just want you to fantasize with imagination
Know what i'm saying, uh yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah i like that
Give me some more, some more of my vocals
You know sex 'em up a little bit
You know what i mean？

You're the honey that i see when i'm riding by
The one giving me a feeling that i can't deny
You got the prada boots on suede hitting your thigh
Acting like my chrome twenties ain't catching your eye
Sometimes i slow down catch the ass in the mirror
Turn the fog lights on to see the legs more clearer
You're turning me on, keep me standing 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'll take you to the window so the world can see
Baby i'm down on my knees let your world be free
Pearl tongue, come get up on this desk with me
Multiple orgasms is your destiny
Wet dream, ride like you're going to queens
Like i just gave you fifty thou and ya just turned 18
To hell with your boss
Let that nigga hear you scream
Sounding like that screech on the fax machine
Then we can take it to the ladies bathroom
Make your mascara run till you look like a racoon
Touch yourself baby tell me it's wet
Squeeze tight so i'll never forget, here we go

I'ma get you for your paper
Make you leave you girl
(imagine that)
Make you trick on me around the world
(imagine that)
Have you calling me your ultimate thrill
(imagine that)
I got you whipped tell your niggas to chill

I'ma hit you in the backseat and tell you to slide
(imagine that)
Me and my fold got my broads collide
(imagine that)
Knocking girls off two at a time
(imagine that)
Disrespect you and still make you mine
(uh-uh)

Uh, imagine i'm your teacher and you stayed after school
You've been a bad girl you broke all the rules
Forgot your homework, chewed gum in class
And the only way to fix it is to give me some ass
I got a three piece suit on sitting at my desk
I kinda need a shave but my body smell fresh
You're wearing a plad skirt and long white socks
The vibe is thick baby, we both red hot
I kiss your neck unbutton your blouse
Let my fingers make circles on the edge of your mouth
Your apple's so ripe i'm your tutor for life
Got your beggin' me to put you on detention tonight
You could read the iliad and the whole odyssey
But no trojan soldier scold you like me
Match the calculus then measure my frequency
But when you blast on my lap that's the highest degree
Put your hands on the chalkboard scratch it with ya nails
Give me goose pimples when ya put yo tounge on my dimples
Baby feel me now you got yo ass suspended
Got a letter for your parents but i didn't wanna send it
I stopped by the crib you invited me in
You convinced me somehow to sip some juice and gin
Then you take me to your parent's room and laid me on my back
You twisting, kissing ya fist like that
Rubber meets the road till the tire goes flat
I filled it up with air again baby hold that
You a bad girl look you got your sheets all wet
Squeeze tight so i never forget the teacher's pet

I'ma get you for your paper
Make you leave you girl
(imagine that)
Make you trick on me around the world
(imagine that)
Have you calling me your ultimate thrill
(imagine that)
I got you whipped tell your niggas to chill

I'ma hit you in the backseat and tell you to slide
(imagine that)
Me and my fold got my broads collide
(imagine that)
Knocking girls off two at a time
(imagine that)
Disrespect you and still make you mine
(uh-uh)

You was laughing with your girlfriends, sippin' a drink
When i came up from behind you and wrapped you with my mink
Guided you to the dance floor and held you tight
We in the tunnel in the back with the dim red lights
I'm rocking the tank top baby nothing but ice
You rocking the baby tee and mini skirts and spikes
The club is so black we can't see our own hands
I know you feel that bulge through them fubu pants
You bold huh, wanna feel it in your hands
Rub your ass all up on it cause you know that i want it
God gave you beauty and you love to flaunt it
Life is a song, you were born to perform it
Drink the cristal at the same time
Get intoxicated till we lose are minds
The crowd seperated as we start to shine
I lift you in the air your skirt starts to climb
We tongue kiss deep in front of the whole crowd
The lights start to flash the music is too loud
We hit the back door and jump in the limousine
You pull up your skirt i put some ice in between
You're tired from the dancing so i kiss your feet
Even though we outside i hear the bass from the beat
Funkmaster flex chop it up for the freaks
Dj enuff make the mommies wanna creep
No problem uh mi spouse no aqui
Tu muy caliente tu vamos con mi
Si mami i'm the chaffer make it whip
Take a ride bet you never forget
Here we go

I'ma get you for your paper
Make you leave you girl
(imagine that)
Make you trick on me around the world
(imagine that)
Have you calling me your ultimate thrill
(imagine that)
I got you whipped tell your niggas to chill

I'ma hit you in the backseat and tell you to slide
(imagine that)
Me and my fold got my broads collide
(imagine that)
Knocking girls off two at a time
(imagine that)
Disrespect you and still make you mine
(uh-uh)


3.Back Where I Belong

Yo, yea, aight after this particular practice run
I'ma practice both verses, after this, i want you to find a spot
That's close to when the beat drops to the rewind point, locate
point
You ain't gotta be on that all night, this the soundtrack
Yo, yea, check it
Ok, alright, huh ok

The other night i was up at farmers, politican wit some bloods
They told me 'yo l, in the streets you aint gettin no love
And ever since the x's and the jiggas came out
My niggas aint tryin to the hear that smooth shit you talk about
What's up wit that cat canibus, some played you out
Why you didn't answer back correctly, fuck was that about？'
As i sip on some henny, and try to explain some things
About the life of a legend, and all the drama it brings
Been gone a long time, had a lot of shit on my mind
I decided i don't want to reach my goal if it means losing my
shine
Streets is hip-hop and i'm hip-hop, so the streets is mine
Ballin' as long as you been livin', that's a long time
Hard to stay hungry when your pockets are so fat
You hit a hot one in every city on the map
And niggas keep sleepin' and you keep coming back
You know better than the gat, but niggas still wanna clap

It feels so good to be back where i belong
The streets is where i belong
They had me locked down much too long
Hey hey

Some say 'l that's cool, but see times have changed'
Niggas got red bandanas, and the grill in the range
That gold shit is dead, niggas rock platinum chains
Trade o.e. for henny, colt 45 for champagne
Hustling niggas found they way into the game
Extorting all these so called ballers wit big names
And you gotta have a squad, cuz running from def aint safe
I know you living good, but aint no smile up on our face
I'm like a villain, i'm representing on my lyrics
And force feed the world, even if they don't want to hear it
As far as canibus go, my man is hittin' his ex-broad
I'm getting head from his new piece
While 20 gang-bangers applaud, you came up with that bullshit
Some heads sucked it up, then you dropped that garbage album
And totally fucked it up, i coulda told ya i knew your moms
From the after-hours spot, when i used to be up in canada
With the dreads on a black block, before you dick rode lost boyz
For a ticket our to jersey, but being the man i am
I tried to show ya mercy, i coulda told the world
The way ya label hates your guts
And how me and wyclef, got together to set you up
And how he gave me half your budget, don't believe me look it up
Ya a＆r promotion niggas, they helped me hook it up
I hate to be responsible, for destroying your career
A one-hit wonder, huh
No wonder you disappeared, i coulda told the world
You get your lyrics from the internet
Then spit 'em word for word
Like you really a rap vet, how you take metaphors from books
And put 'em in your rhyme, and how you really from canada
And you been frontin' all this time
I heard your second album, that shit is garbage too
Ll cool j and i did this to you
On that note he said
'yo l, you the man', i said peace, one love
And drove off in the lex land


Yea nigga, the jig is up nigga, huh ha
You know what i'm sayin？, all that bullshit you was talking
Dont mean shit, you finish now
I'm still the man nigga
The vanguard award is in my motherfuckin living room
You know what i mean？ come get that shit, fuck, what
Mic still on my arm nigga, word up
Both arms, i'ma get another one nigga
You know what i'm sayin, this ll you know how i get down
You should of known, when you did it
He probably did it to get some fame
But is this really what you want？ hahahahahahahha


4.Ll Cool J

Intro：
Aiiyo bimmy
So rock the bells, def jam collabo' man
You know'say, bim...my...yeah
Feel it's baby, (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha ha

Chorus： ll cool j and kandice love

(l) i'm the g.o.a.t. i just ball a lot (l)
And (cool j) i'm double platinum on the hot blocks and
(l) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (l)
And (cool j) you see my hand not what i got and
(l) strictly evil in the big box (l)
And (cool j) it's no stoppin when my shit knocks and
(l) get it all baby don't stop (l)
And (cool j) don't move the bottle let the corks pop

Verse 1： ll cool j

I'm incredible, well nigga, outrageous
Turn money like encyclopedia pages
Get freaky throw dyke 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
The other chick will give me heat while i shampoo her hair
Head tilted back baby no more tears
You mumblin' and shit duke my flow more clear
Baby listen here, i been gettin' paper for years
And program directors who fronted they disappear
And grimy ass niggas get laced with car bombs
For bein' over-critical when uncle get it on
I'll burn your magazine, god'll intervene
Can't front on this hip-hop phenomenon from queens (i'm)

Chorus： ll cool j and kandice love

(l) i'm the g.o.a.t. i just ball a lot (l)
And (cool j) i'm double platinum on the hot blocks and
(l) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (l)
And (cool j) you see my hand not what i got and
(l) strictly evil in the big box (l)
And (cool j) it's no stoppin when my shit knocks and
(l) get it all baby don't stop (l)
And (cool j) don't move the bottle let the corks pop

Verse 2：ll cool j

Bandwagon niggas ride my dick ev'ryday
And broke ass critics always got somethin' to say
'bout how a nigga should flip his shit a different way
The fuck you know 'bout hip-hop, i'm ll cool j, nigga
They send bentleys for me, security escort me
Now you wanna run to the authorities and report me
For being cocky...t'ward those that cock block me
I'm makin' millions, no nigga, it don't shock me
I'm supposed to have it. you never been close to karots
That's why you poppin' that shit jealous bastarts
I ain't impressed by you playa that's that
Matter-o-fact gimme your autograph...on my nut-sack
Ya'll niggas benigni-ing...not cool
You just got some white kids in the suburbs fooled
But your albums trash from the skit to the covers
I tear the plastic off and use it for a rubber (i'm)

Chorus： ll cool j and kandice love

(l) i'm the g.o.a.t. i just ball a lot (l)
And (cool j) i'm double platinum on the hot blocks and
(l) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (l)
And (cool j) you see my hand not what i got and
(l) strictly evil in the big box (l)
And (cool j) it's no stoppin when my shit knocks and
(l) get it all baby don't stop (l)
And (cool j) don't move the bottle let the corks pop

Verse 3： ll cool j

Seems like ev'ry rappers a former nicky barnes
Ya ugly ass corny niggas is wannabe dons
I'm the best, platinum nine times in a row (wow)
Paparozzi flash while i snatch niggas hoes (wow)
Live the lifestyles so the average dime piece
Wanna have my lovechild and roll l style
A man hostile, but my queens niggas run wild
So when i skate through niggas strain to smile
Peep my profile and my iced-out dial
I tap my horn, say 'what up？' but never smile
And deuce ass niggas is noodles
And your broke ass stripper weave is lookin' like a poodle
'scuse my french ja ma pel ll
I'm platinum again so tell 'em to go to hell
Then pour some cristal for my foes that fell
Hard as hell, big fell, i excel, rock bells (i'm)

Chorus： ll cool j and kandice love

(l) i'm the g.o.a.t. i just ball a lot (l)
And (cool j) i'm double platinum on the hot blocks and
(l) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (l)
And (cool j) you see my hand not what i got and
(l) strictly evil in the big box (l)
And (cool j) it's no stoppin when my shit knocks and
(l) get it all baby don't stop (l)
And (cool j) don't move the bottle let the corks pop


5.Take It Off


6.Skit


7.Fuhgidabowdit

Get the fuck out of here, i'm ll cool
Soakin wet with bad bitches in the indoor pool
Yo what am i, an animal？
Cuz i bagged your's too
One bad mooley, and you can get pants, schooly
I'm the g.o.a.t., what i wrote cause fire and smoke
Think i started on the choir singin solo for the pope
Tell your mama please, get up off her knees
You can't wear yellow spandex wit a ass of cottage cheese
Open toed shoes, feet smell like collard greens
Toes ＊kriss krossed＊ like she on j. dupris' team
Button your sittin up like beach balls in the sand plus
A mouth full of rotten teeth with a dildo in her hand
Who the fuck let you in, all my assistants are fired
Now i'm lookin for some washed up rapper that i can hire
You know some old school nigga wit a bit of attitude
Pay him $1500 to fuck a girl in an interlude
You say i'm souped up, well, soup is good food
So what i scratch my nuts, how the fuck is that wrong
For so glowin, afro pickin
S-curl hatin, jamaican rum sippin
Kid i'll burp on your girl buttcheeks
The honey had my nuts like two red beets
I'm banannas, out of my fuckin mind they won't let me back in
Cuz i was down before the hype like dusty rhodes and bob
backlund
Bruno samartino, stan staziak
Now the rock and stone cold are my favorite maniacs
The top rooster pluckin, chickens when i'm cluckin
Wwf stands for when and where we fuckin

Fuhgidabowdit
Yo kid
Fuhgidabowdit
Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, fuhgidabowdit
Yo, ey, fuhgidabowdit
Ey, ey, fuhgidabowdit
Eh, fuhgidabowdit

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm like menace ii society
I roll through the drive thru like kane
Jack you for the cheeseburgers and chicken wings, and datins too
See my boys down the ride crack patience too
Bricks, walk around, snorkel down
Maccaroni and cheese timbs broke out the orphan house
Transportin out, the poison in 'em
Box 'em up in the aisle with the frozen dinners
And them niggas that ran...
My goal's to get 'em
With the heat seekin flow wit, fo' antennas
Doc's da name, that's why y'all fuck wit me
I'm pocket change, the bums don't fuck with d
Objective in 'em, carlo inspection sticka
Check the pen, i write like a x was in 'em
Teeth grittin, i brawl wit a major league mitten
Where the stash at
Yo, yo, punk, m takin me wit him

Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, fuhgidabowdit
Ayo nigga, fuhgidabowdit
Yo, yo, yo, fuhgidabowdit
Yo dog, fuhgidabowdit
Yo you heard, fuhgidabowdit
Ayo you hear me, fuhgidabowdit
Yo nigga, fuhgidabowdit

Yo, this be the cool j function, music get my blood pumpin
Down for whatever, which usually means i'm up to somethin
Who owe me somethin, them niggas in the back frontin
They rockin cuffs and, put the eight up, rappercussion
You know my name, so there's no need for introduction
I'm mr. done it all, so none of y'all can do me nothing
Bitch i'm grown, puffin on that one and bone
Bet me and queen bee be swingin til the honey come
Backs get blown, trash get thrown
In headlocks, from this view, i'm fuckin star jones
I'm red hot just like candy, in '95 won the grammy
Yo, he use it as an ashtray now
Niggas can't stand or understand me, yeah
Either or, funky headhunter wild comanchees wit shitty draws
What's that shit, what shit, that shit on your lip
I can't smoke wit ya kid, but i'll save ya the clip...

Fuhgidabowdit
Ayo nigga, fuhgidabowdit
Yo, what the fuck, fuhgidabowdit
Yo, fuhgidabowdit
Uh, fuhgidabowdit

The shit i see every day brings tears to my eyes
How i holla at my niggas brings ears to my cries
Stick niggas for not knowin, then teach 'em somethin
Bitch niggas talkin bout you from the streets you frontin
I never liked you, and you, i don't know
So what the fuck you think is 'sposed to happen, we gon go
Mono on mono, whatever nigga, i'm gon dust you
If you can't pick that afro, i'm gon bust you
Walkin like you was a lil nigga cuz you is
And don't forget that daddy's gonna always love his kids
Crackin niggas got the nerve to wonder why i rob, why
You guys will live while everybody else'll starve
That pretty shit is played, fuck what your name hold
Break a nigga off somethin, watch a nigga gain fo'
Now you layin somewhere cold, stiff as shit
And all that riffin shit, mens will get you hit, bitch

Fuhgidabowdit


8.Farmers


9.This Is Us


10.Can't Think


11.Hello


12.You And Me


13.Homicide

This for my man yo... word up

'i got a 187 on the corner of farmers boulevard in linden.'
'uh, drug related？'
'the usual.'

I don't mean this in a disrespectful way
But columbine happens in the ghetto every day
When the shit goes down y'all aint got nothing to say

He kicked the old lady's door in, threw her on the floor
Choked her to death so she don't scream no more
He need some white chocolate, he feel it in his bones
He heard she refinanced and got a bank loan
He used to mow the lawn, take the garbage out
Now she in the closet wit a sock in her mouth
Copped a chain, copped some crills
Crack pipe in his windpipe, twistin like a drill
Run around frontin, buyin his mens kicks
Gassed a broad up so she can help her rent a whip
The other killer peeped him out flashin a knot
A well known murderer, check the ill plot
Call up corey buns, get him on the block
Niggas gotta eat, plus he front alot
He came through, straight strip search
He said i'm comin back, and i'ma put in work
Niggas told him, ayo leave that shit alone
But pride mixed with crack, had him in a zone
Prepared for more shit than depends
Eyes bloodshot through a cardier lens
Niggas said buns came through lookin strange
Yeah, buns won't stay in his lane
Aight, buns want ghetto fame
And caught two in the ukraine at point blank range


I don't mean this in a disrespectful way
But columbine happens in the ghetto every day
When the shit goes down y'all aint got nothing to say

Jamaician cat, real treacherous
Used to smuggle burners up from texas
Had the ill crib out in rosedale
Took the money from the trunk and copped a fishscale
Chinese jamacian, real pretty nigga
Love puffin blunts, throwin bodies in the river
One of the illest niggas that the world ever saw
Used to take loaded nines and throw 'em on the floor
He was from brooklyn, and i don't know the block
I met him at the flicks he commented on my rocks
We rolled back to back, while i was slingin raps
He was slingin crack, i was seventeen fascinated by the stacks
Runnin with dangerous niggas and packin gats
Uh, the shit thrill me, lookin so clean, and livin so filthy
I heard his right hand man disappeared
They found his bike in the street somewhere
Conspiracy theories, niggas talkin shit
Small world, i was close to his right hand man's chick
She kept beepin him he never called back
When they found him in the trunk his body was jet black
Pretty jamacian kept doin his thing
Him and his older brother got caught up in a sting
Out on bail, pressure by the feds, he caught seven in the head
What goes around, comes back around
Nigga rest in peace when they lay ya down

'uh, central, your assistance is requested we have a major
crisis here
Mrs. winthrop's cat is stuck in a tree.'
'roger, a squad car is on the way.'


I don't mean this in a disrespectful way
But columbine happens in the ghetto every day
When this shit goes down y'all aint got nothing to say

'central, the cat has been rescued.'

In the ghetto black men are dying at alarming rates
Walkin the street is like entering a sweepstakes
You never know if you gon win or lose
We walk around feelin confused and totally abused
Can't front, i'ma millionaire livin like a king
Still feenin for that shrimp, fried rice and chicken wings
Still feenin for the vibe, only the ghetto bring
Pumpin songs of pain only real niggas sing
Queens finest, but there's one minus
The bodies on the battlefield that got left behind us
I'm sick and tired of going to wakes
Cuz niggas never look the same in the casket
It's bugged out, they skin look like plastic
I shed tears, but use shades to mask it
'mr. media', where was you at when my man died
When it was classified a drug related homicide
It's like until the killer hit the suburbs
I aint hear nothing, not a word
'mr. media', help us shed light on these homicides
Not just columbine, but all the time


14.U Can't Fuck With Me


15.Queens Is


16.The G.o.a.t.


17.Ill Bomb

Pimp shit, uh
Uh, pimp shit
Yeah, turn my shit up a little bit
My vocals, uh, uh
I hypnotize ya eyez and then you recognize
That the sparkles of my chrome shoes paralyze
Gettin' money like this, people want my vibe
Full of jealousy and pride, hate the way i ride
Sometimes ya speak, sometimes ya don't
Figure this nigga souped up, cause he couped up
Guaranteed to rip shit, soon as its louped up
Ya niggas slept, 20 girls panties wasn't wet
I'm a star, double the dick, the double r
Never score hard to leave the bubble scarred
Not the car, it's the man, daddy cool put it down
No comparin' me to ya'll, nigga is such a clowns
L.a. worth paper, ask russell simmons who put 'em up in that
skyscraper
Ask my dogs up at fubu, who made them major
Ll nigga, now who's next that need a favor
Drop a bomb on 'em
Remain calm on 'em
Peirce the nipples, throw the ll charm on 'em
Keep gangsta shit pumpin through my system
When my strobe lights flash you cant miss' em
Listen

Call my name, ooh
Call my name, uhh
Call my name, aw yeah
Call my name

59th street bridge up a roadway, do about a buck
Pumpin mobb up in the cadillac truck, don't give a fuck
Gold tint, goldiggen broads getting bent
We can fuck, but you ain't getting 10 cent, who want it？
Lay the facts out until the cats out
Set 'cha back out, sweat 'cha tracks out, blow out your weed
You wake up in the mornin to a note, 'nigga had to leave.'
Be easy, you shoulda teased me, instead of bein sleazy
I wouldn't do a threezy, come across more floss than gold teeth
I learned you cant eat, if ya hold beef, with niggas underneath
Still i'm a lyrically hold it down
L back in town, 'case the bell sound for second round
Some of these old ctas is funny, fuck who's legendary
I'm tryin to get this money
Drop a bomb on 'em, and pour a dom on 'em
As soon as the track come on, i transform on 'em
Keep gangsta shit pumpin through my system
Strobe lights flashin cant miss' em
Listen

Call my name, ooh
Call my name, uhh
Call my name, aw yeah
Call my name

Rappers don't reall want it, they might claim they do
They know i'm catchin bodies, go 'head name a few
After i blaze you, i get a doughnut
Don't want no blood up on my chrome shoes
Lord have mercy, this rookies got it confused
You thought you caught me slippin, i was falsely accused
Sleepin with my eyez wide shut, like tom cruise
They wishin an impossible mission to see me lose
Lay up time to choose, all i hate is on the left
You hopin and prayin you get to hear me take my last breath
Lyrically, but i gang bang the track, chop sling like cracker
Hundred keys a month, you fuckin up g backs nigga
Invincible, unstoppable ya'll niggas ain't ill your illogicale
This is l, the pigeon thriller, dream fulfiller
A little somethin for ya ice guerillas＼
Drop a bomb on 'em
When its time to attack quiet storm on 'em
Hold ya nuts and keep ya palms on 'em
Keep gangsta shit pumpin through my system
When my strobe lights flash you cant miss' em
Listen

Call my name, ooh
Call my name, uhh
Call my name, aw yeah
Call my name


18.M.i.s.s.(Bonus Track)