向LL COOL J 致敬!
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
B***h 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
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， b***h I jam like a Glock
I bust thru all types of red tape and sue papes
B*****s come old but they always wanna infiltrate
I’m cuttin snakes thru the belly witta icepick
It’s the rebirth of murkin mother****ers once again
I drain with ink and put your blood in my pen
I’m breakin ribs til somethin gives
A b***h got to live and Mr Smith is power god， kid
Mr Smith you got the shit 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 shit， ya mother****ers can’t get wit
Matter of fact， mornin yawn and suck a d**k
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 ****ing shit， throats is gettin slit
Tell them ole Jap b*****s 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 ****in' name
Mr Smith you got the shit 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 got the magnetic energetic lyrical calasthetic
Ya better call a medic cos ya look pathetic
Guan boy it’s the champion Mr Smith
Your b*****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 flavor niggas is deade
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
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 shit sewed up
Work ya thang baby， show em how to blow up
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[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
[00:25.32]B***h 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
[00:36.02]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， b***h I jam like a Glock
[00:44.53]I bust thru all types of red tape and sue papes
[00:47.54]B*****s come old but they always wanna infiltrate
[00:50.15]I’m cuttin snakes thru the belly witta icepick
[00:55.66]It’s the rebirth of murkin mother****ers 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 b***h got to live and Mr Smith is power god， kid
[01:06.59]Mr Smith you got the shit 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 shit， ya mother****ers can’t get wit
[01:38.00]Matter of fact， mornin yawn and suck a d**k
[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 ****ing shit， throats is gettin slit
[01:59.18]
[02:02.07]Tell them ole Jap b*****s they need to go and stick it
[02:04.87]cos when it comes to this rap shit 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 shit 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
[02:51.42]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 b*****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 flavor niggas is deade
[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
[03:21.80]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 shit sewed up
[03:40.88]Work ya thang baby， show em how to blow up
[03:46.39]终