LL Cool J Mr. Smith Lyrics

Intro:

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

Verse 1:

I'm goin to the top leavin smoke in my trail
b____ a__ gangstas put that a__ 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, n____ I jam like a Glock
I bust thru all types of red tape and sue papes
n____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 n____s once again
I drain with ink and put your blood in my pen
I'm breakin ribs til somethin gives
A n____ got to live and Mr Smith is power god, kid

Chorus:

Mr Smith you got the s___ sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show em how to blow up
*repeat x3*

Verse 2:

What? You wanna do what? You lack the vitality
originality, so face reality
I'm on some ole wild s___, ya n____s can't get wit
Matter of fact, mornin yawn and suck a d___
Nah hold up, the f___ 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 [BLANK] s___, throats is gettin s___
Scoopedin New Jacks and kick em in the *?fire bit?*
Tell them ole j__ n____s they need to go and stick it
cos when it comes to this rap s___ I'm mad wicked
The grand sire bringin flavour to the whole game
Mr Smith is my m_________in name

Chorus

To the bridge

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

Verse 3:

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 n____s couldn't raise up with a forklift
c___ed the hammer, peep out the grammar
It's hard like Bacardi and hot like a house party
All your so-called flavour n____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 a__ out the frame with my verbal gift

Chorus to fade