Mr. Smith

Uh Mr. Smith, Mr Smith, Mr Smith

Uh Mr Smith, it's the bomb y'knowhutI'msayin? Mr Smith

Mr Smith, word up kid, yeah Mr Smith, check it out

I'm goin' to the top, leavin' smoke in my trail

Bitch ass gangstas put that ass on sale

And even if I'm twice as expensive as the rest

When I go for dolo, you ain't checkin' for nothin' less

My strategy is splittin' brain cavity's

It's ya majesty bringin' you a tragedy

Yeah, on the butcher block slice her like a ox

When it's time to get down, **** I jam like a Glock

I bust through all types of red tape and sue papes

**** come old but they always wanna infiltrate

I'm cuttin' snakes through the belly witta icepick

And scoopin' hotties, a strong aisle of flip trips

It's the rebirth of murkin' **** once again

I drain with ink and put your blood in my pen

I'm breakin' ribs 'til somethin' gives

A **** got to live and Mr Smith is power god, kid

[Chorus] X3

Mr Smith you got the shit sewed up

Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up

What? You wanna do what? You lack the vitality

Originality, so face reality

I'm on some ole wild shit, ya **** can't get wit

Matter of fact, mornin' yawn and suck a dick

Nah hold up, the fuck is goin' on?

All these cartoon character MC's gettin' airborne

Takin' off like a hot air balloon

Goin' up up up, oh no kaboom

Bring your heroes down to ground zero

Shotty grippin' ya grill like Pesci and DeNiro

I'm on some [BLANK] shit, throats is gettin' shit

Scoopedin' New Jacks and kick 'em in the fire pit

Tell them ole Jap **** they need to go and stick it

Cos when it comes to this rap shit I'm mad wicked

The grand sire bringin' flavor to the whole game

Mr Smith is my motherfuckin' name

Mr Smith you got the shit sewed up

Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up

Mr Smith you got the shit sewed up

Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up

Mr Smith you got the shit sewed up

Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up

To the bridge

Mr Smith (I was a mack since birth)

Talkin' 'bout Mr Smith (I invented the taadow!) Uh

Talkin 'bout Mr Smith

Talkin 'bout Mr Smith

Talkin 'bout

Time's up, your rhyme's up, mix the lines up

I'm about to blow the spot up with that divine touch

I got the magnetic energetic lyrical calasthetic

Ya better call a medic cos ya look pathetic

Guan boy it's the champion Mr Smith

Your **** couldn't raise up with a forklift

Cocked the hammer, peep out the grammar

It's hard like Bacardi and hot like a house party

All your so-called flavor **** is deaded

Your next step is where ya headed so don't forget it

Your rhymes is beat, your steelo's scarred to scrape

When you scream you sound muddy like a blend teeth

I get'cha open like f-lay, 'tack you when I spray

Lethal compositions around your way

I'm the maniacal murderous Mr James Smith

Rippin' ya ass out the frame with my verbal gift

[Chorus] X5

Mr Smith you got the shit sewed up

Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up