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
***** *** gangstas put that *** 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, *****, I jam like a Glock

I bust through all types of red tape and sue papes
*****s 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' *****s once again
I drain with ink and put your blood in my pen
I'm breakin' ribs till 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
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 *****s can't get wit
Matter of fact, mornin' yawn and suck a ****

Nah, hold up, what the ***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 ****, throats is gettin' ****
Scoopedin' New Jacks and kick 'em in the fire bit

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

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
Mr. Smith you got the **** 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 *****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 sc****
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 *** out the frame with my verbal gift

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