don’t you realize, Mr. Smith?
don’t you realize what thirty dollars buy today?
just some stockings, and that’s it.
I came from Havanah
my mother was wild as you are
she often said to me
my child, don’t sell yourself
for just a dollar or two
if you end up like me
god bless you, child
so think it over
for that little money
you give to me, 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
Can i get a light from you, mr. smith?
And do you know where the party is?
I’ve been walking a blue streak all night long
And i’m tired of looking for a place to piss
Can you tell me about yourself, mr. smith?
Yeah, me, you can read like an open book
I don’t hide myself like some other people do
When there’s gristle in the meat, i just swallow and chew
Chorus:
Pleased to meet you, mr. smith,
(and) do you know where the party is?
Pleased to meet you, mr. smith,
(and) do you know where the party is?
Cast your eyes around, mr. smith
Do you see that dog lying in the road?
Coughin’ up stuff from a pigeon that died
Hit an eighteen wheeler on the 405
Chorus repeat
Do you know this neighborhood, mr. smith?
Used to be someplace, sometime, somewhere
People built it up from the dirt and dust,
Loanin’ out money from an eastern trust
Chorus repeat x2
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
