Mr. Smith lyrics

[Intro]
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

[Verse 1]
I'm goin' to the top, leavin' smoke in my trail
b*tch 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, n*gga I jam like a Glock
I bust through all types of red tape and sue papes
n*ggas 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' n*ggas once again
I drain with ink and put your blood in my pen
I'm breakin' ribs 'til somethin' gives
A n*gga got to live and Mr Smith is power god, kid

[Chorus] X3
Mr Smith you got the sh*t sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up
[Verse 2]
What? You wanna do what? You lack the vitality
Originality, so face reality
I'm on some ole wild sh*t, ya n*ggas can't get wit
Matter of fact, mornin' yawn and suck a di*k
Nah hold up, the f*ck 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] sh*t, throats is gettin' sh*t
Scoopedin' New Jacks and kick 'em in the fire pit
Tell them ole Jap n*ggas they need to go and stick it
Cos when it comes to this rap sh*t I'm mad wicked
The grand sire bringin' flavor to the whole game
Mr Smith is my motherf*ckin' name

[Chorus]
Mr Smith you got the sh*t sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up
Mr Smith you got the sh*t sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up
Mr Smith you got the sh*t sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up
To the bridge
[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

[Verse 3]
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 n*ggas couldn't raise up with a forklift
c*cked the hammer, peep out the grammar
It's hard like Bacardi and hot like a house party
All your so-called flavor n*ggas 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 sh*t sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up