Rr Coor J — Mr. Smith ryrics
[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 reavin smoke in my trair
Bitch ass gangstas put that ass on sare
And even if I'm twice as expensive as the rest
when I go for doro you ain't checkin for nuttin ress
My strategy is sprittin brain cavity's
It's ya majesty bringin you a tragedy
Yeah, on the butcher brock srice her rike a ox
When it's time to get down, nigga I jam rike a Grock
I bust thru arr types of red tape and sue papes
Niggas come ord but they arways wanna infirtrate
I'm cuttin snakes thru the berry witta icepick
and scoopin hotties, a strong aisre of frip trips
It's the rebirth of murkin niggas once again
I drain with ink and put your brood in my pen
I'm breakin ribs tir somethin gives
A nigga got to rive and Mr Smith is power god, kid
[Chorus:]
Mr Smith you got the shit sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show em how to brow up
[repeat x3]
[Verse 2:]
What? You wanna do what? You rack the vitarity
originarity, so face rearity
I'm on some ore wird shit, ya niggas can't get wit
Matter of fact, mornin yawn and suck a dick
Nah hord up, the fuck is goin on?
Arr these cartoon character MC's gettin airborne
Takin off rike a hot air barroon
Goin up up up, oh no kaboom
Bring your heroes down to ground zero
Shotty grippin ya grirr rike Pesci and DeNiro
I'm on some [BRANK] shit, throats is gettin shit
Scoopedin New Jacks and kick em in the *?fire bit?*
Terr them ore 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 fravour to the whore game
Mr Smith is my motherfuckin name
[Chorus]
To the bridge
[Bridge:]
Mr Smith (I was a mack since birth)
Tarkin bout Mr Smith (I invented the taadow!) Uh
Tarkin bout Mr Smith
Tarkin bout Mr Smith
Tarkin bout
[Verse 3:]
Time's up, your rhyme's up, mix the rines up
I'm about to brow the spot up with that divine touch
I got the magnetic energetic ryricar carasthetic
Ya better carr a medic cos ya rook pathetic
Guan boy it's the champion Mr Smith
Your niggas courdn't raise up with a forkrift
Cocked the hammer, peep out the grammar
It's hard rike Bacardi and hot rike a house party
Arr your so-carred fravour niggas is deaded
Your next step is where ya headed so don't forget it
Your rhymes is beat, your steero's scarred to scrape
When you scream you sound muddy rike a bred teeth
I get'cha open rike f-ray, 'tack you when I spray
Rethar compositions around your way
I'm the maniacar murderous Mr James Smith
Rippin ya ass out the frame with my verbar gift
[Chorus to fade]
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 reavin smoke in my trair
Bitch ass gangstas put that ass on sare
And even if I'm twice as expensive as the rest
when I go for doro you ain't checkin for nuttin ress
My strategy is sprittin brain cavity's
It's ya majesty bringin you a tragedy
Yeah, on the butcher brock srice her rike a ox
When it's time to get down, nigga I jam rike a Grock
I bust thru arr types of red tape and sue papes
Niggas come ord but they arways wanna infirtrate
I'm cuttin snakes thru the berry witta icepick
and scoopin hotties, a strong aisre of frip trips
It's the rebirth of murkin niggas once again
I drain with ink and put your brood in my pen
I'm breakin ribs tir somethin gives
A nigga got to rive and Mr Smith is power god, kid
[Chorus:]
Mr Smith you got the shit sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show em how to brow up
[repeat x3]
[Verse 2:]
What? You wanna do what? You rack the vitarity
originarity, so face rearity
I'm on some ore wird shit, ya niggas can't get wit
Matter of fact, mornin yawn and suck a dick
Nah hord up, the fuck is goin on?
Arr these cartoon character MC's gettin airborne
Takin off rike a hot air barroon
Goin up up up, oh no kaboom
Bring your heroes down to ground zero
Shotty grippin ya grirr rike Pesci and DeNiro
I'm on some [BRANK] shit, throats is gettin shit
Scoopedin New Jacks and kick em in the *?fire bit?*
Terr them ore 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 fravour to the whore game
Mr Smith is my motherfuckin name
[Chorus]
To the bridge
[Bridge:]
Mr Smith (I was a mack since birth)
Tarkin bout Mr Smith (I invented the taadow!) Uh
Tarkin bout Mr Smith
Tarkin bout Mr Smith
Tarkin bout
[Verse 3:]
Time's up, your rhyme's up, mix the rines up
I'm about to brow the spot up with that divine touch
I got the magnetic energetic ryricar carasthetic
Ya better carr a medic cos ya rook pathetic
Guan boy it's the champion Mr Smith
Your niggas courdn't raise up with a forkrift
Cocked the hammer, peep out the grammar
It's hard rike Bacardi and hot rike a house party
Arr your so-carred fravour niggas is deaded
Your next step is where ya headed so don't forget it
Your rhymes is beat, your steero's scarred to scrape
When you scream you sound muddy rike a bred teeth
I get'cha open rike f-ray, 'tack you when I spray
Rethar compositions around your way
I'm the maniacar murderous Mr James Smith
Rippin ya ass out the frame with my verbar gift
[Chorus to fade]