Mr. Smith 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 I’m goin to the top leavin smoke in my trail ***** 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 ******’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， ***** I jam like a Glock I bust thru all types of red tape and sue papes *****s 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 *****s once again I drain with ink and put your blood in my pen I’m breakin ribs til somethin gives A ***** got to live and Mr Smith is power god， kid Mr Smith you got the **** 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 ****， ya *****s can’t get wit Matter of fact， mornin yawn and suck a **** Nah hold up， the **** 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 ****， throats is gettin ****
Tell them ole Jap *****s they need to go and stick it cos when it comes to this rap **** I’m mad wicked The grand sire bringin flavour to the whole game Mr Smith is my **********in name Mr Smith you got the **** sewed up Work ya thang baby， show em how to blow up To the 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 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 *****s couldn’t raise up with a forklift ****ed the hammer， peep out the grammar It’s hard like Bacardi and hot like a house party All your so-called flavour *****s 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 **** sewed up Work ya thang baby， show em how to blow up 终
[00:00.000] 作曲 : LL Cool J/Hubert Laws/Charlie Parker [00:00.88]向LL COOL J 致敬! [00:01.88] [00:02.88]Mr. Smith [00:03.43]Uh Mr. Smith， Mr Smith， Mr Smith [00:14.12]Uh Mr Smith， it’s the bomb y’knowhutI’msayin? Mr Smith [00:18.06]Mr Smith， word up kid， yeah Mr Smith， check it out [00:22.49]I’m goin to the top leavin smoke in my trail [00:25.32]***** ass gangstas put that ass on sale [00:27.95]And even if I’m twice as expensive as the rest [00:30.56]when I go for dolo you ain’t checkin for nuttin less [00:33.49]My strategy is splittin brain ******’s [00:36.02]It’s ya majesty bringin you a tragedy [00:38.70]Yeah， on the butcher block slice her like a ox [00:41.64]When it’s time to get down， ***** I jam like a Glock [00:44.53]I bust thru all types of red tape and sue papes [00:47.54]*****s come old but they always wanna infiltrate [00:50.15]I’m cuttin snakes thru the belly witta icepick [00:52.95]and scoopin hotties， a strong aisle of flip trips [00:55.66]It’s the rebirth of murkin *****s once again [00:58.35]I drain with ink and put your blood in my pen [01:01.23]I’m breakin ribs til somethin gives [01:03.63]A ***** got to live and Mr Smith is power god， kid [01:06.59]Mr Smith you got the **** sewed up [01:09.04]Work ya thang baby， show em how to blow up [01:28.47]What? You wanna do what? You lack the vitality [01:31.92]originality， so face reality [01:34.79]I’m on some ole wild ****， ya *****s can’t get wit [01:38.00]Matter of fact， mornin yawn and suck a **** [01:40.29]Nah hold up， the **** is goin on? [01:42.15]All these cartoon character MC’s gettin airborne [01:45.41]Takin off like a hot air balloon [01:47.71]Goin up up up， oh no kaboom [01:50.98]Bring your heroes down to ground zero [01:54.02]Shotty grippin ya grill like Pesci and DeNiro [01:56.53]I’m on some ****， throats is gettin **** [01:59.18] [02:02.07]Tell them ole Jap *****s they need to go and stick it [02:04.87]cos when it comes to this rap **** I’m mad wicked [02:07.51]The grand sire bringin flavour to the whole game [02:10.25]Mr Smith is my **********in name [02:16.06]Mr Smith you got the **** sewed up [02:29.40]Work ya thang baby， show em how to blow up [02:34.24]To the bridge [02:35.74]Mr Smith （I was a mack since birth） [02:38.63]Talkin bout Mr Smith （I invented the taadow!） Uh [02:39.79]Talkin bout Mr Smith [02:42.31]Talkin bout Mr Smith [02:45.00]Talkin bout [02:46.36]Time’s up， your rhyme’s up， mix the lines up [02:48.73]I’m about to blow the spot up with that divine touch [02:51.42]I got the magnetic energetic lyrical calasthetic [02:54.23]Ya better call a medic cos ya look pathetic [02:57.45]Guan boy it’s the champion Mr Smith [03:00.62]Your *****s couldn’t raise up with a forklift [03:02.67]****ed the hammer， peep out the grammar [03:05.02]It’s hard like Bacardi and hot like a house party [03:08.17]All your so-called flavour *****s is deaded [03:10.49]Your next step is where ya headed so don’t forget it [03:13.48]Your rhymes is beat， your steelo’s scarred to scrape [03:16.20]When you scream you sound muddy like a bled teeth [03:18.88]I get’cha open like f-lay， ’tack you when I spray [03:21.80]Lethal compositions around your way [03:24.43]I’m the maniacal murderous Mr James Smith [03:27.50]Rippin ya ass out the frame with my verbal gift [03:29.88]Mr Smith you got the **** sewed up [03:40.88]Work ya thang baby， show em how to blow up [03:46.39]终
