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

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 nothin' 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 through all types of red tape and sue papes

Niggas 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' 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 Mr Smith you got the *** sewed up

Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up Mr Smith you got the *** sewed up

Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up 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 niggas can't get with

Matter of fact, mornin yawn and suck a dick

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' ***

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 *** I'm mad wicked

The grand sire bringin' flavor to the whole game

Mr Smith is my mother***in' name Mr Smith you got the *** sewed up

Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up 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 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 flavor 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 Mr Smith you got the *** sewed up

Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up