Lyrics of Song Mr. Smith

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
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 nuttin 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, nigga i jam like a glock
I bust thru all types of red tape and sue papes
Niggas come old but they always wanna infiltrate
I´m cuttin snakes thru the belly witta icepick
And scoopin hotties, a strong aisle of flip trips
It´s the rebirth of murkin niggas once again
I drain with ink and put your blood in my pen
I´m breakin ribs til somethin gives
A nigga got to live and mr smith is power god, kid

Chorus:

Mr smith you got the shit sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show em how to blow up
*repeat x3*

Verse 2:

What? you wanna do what? you lack the vitality
Originality, so face reality
I´m on some ole wild shit, ya niggas 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 bit?*
Tell them ole jap niggas they need to go and stick it
Cos when it comes to this rap shit i´m mad wicked
The grand sire bringin flavour to the whole game
Mr smith is my motherfuckin name

Chorus

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 niggas 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 flavour niggas 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 bled 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 to fade