Uh Mr. Smith, Mr. Smith, Mr. Smith
Mr. Smith, Mr. Smith, Mr. Smith
Mr. Smith, Mr. Smith

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, ni**a, I jam like a Glock

I bust through all types of red tape and sue papes
Ni**as 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` ni**as once again
I drain with ink and put your blood in my pen
I`m breakin` ribs till somethin` gives
A ni**a got to live and Mr. Smith is power God, kid

Mr. Smith you got the s**t sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show `em how to blow up
Mr. Smith you got the s**t sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show `em how to blow up

Mr. Smith you got the s**t sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show `em how to blow up
Mr. Smith you got the s**t 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 s**t, ya ni**as can`t get wit
Matter of fact, mornin` yawn and suck a dick

Nah, hold up, what the f**k 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 s**t, throats is gettin` s**t
Scoopedin` New Jacks and kick `em in the fire bit

Tell them ole Jap ni**as they need to go and stick it
`Coz when it comes to this rap s**t I`m mad wicked
The grand sire bringin` flavour to the whole game
Mr. Smith is my motherf**kin` name

Mr. Smith you got the s**t sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show `em how to blow up
Mr. Smith you got the s**t sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show `em how to blow up

Mr. Smith you got the s**t sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show `em how to blow up
Mr. Smith you got the s**t sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show `em how to blow up

To the bridge

Mr. Smith
Talkin` `bout Mr. Smith
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 `coz ya look pathetic

Guan boy it`s the champion Mr. Smith
Your ni**as couldn`t raise up with a forklift
C**ked the hammer, peep out the grammar
It`s hard like Bacardi and hot like a house party

All your so-called flavour ni**as 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

Mr. Smith you got the s**t sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show `em how to blow up
Mr. Smith you got the s**t sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show `em how to blow up

Mr. Smith you got the s**t sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show `em how to blow up
Mr. Smith you got the s**t sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show `em how to blow up