LL Cool J — Mr. Smith Original

[Intro] Y'knowhutI'msayin? (Mr. Smith) It's definitely that old (Mr. Smith) That old rugged G-Funk (Mr. Smith) My man Shy Skillz put it together, ya know (Mr. Smith) It's the bomb, y'knowhutI'msayin? (Mr. Smith) Time out (Mr. Smith) Word up, kid (Mr. Smith) Check out how I said it (Mr. Smith) [Verse 1] 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 thеy always wanna infiltrate I'm cuttin' snakes through the bеlly witta icepick And scoopin' hotties, a strong aisle of flip trips It's the rebirth of murkin' niggas once again I drain the 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 [Chorus] Mr. Smith you got the shit sewed up Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up Mr. Smith you got the shit sewed up Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up Mr. Smith you got the shit sewed up Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up [Verse 2] What? You wanna do what? You lack the vitality Originality, so face reality I'm on some ole wild shit, ya niggas can't get wit Matter of fact, mornin' yawn and suck a dick Nah hold up, the fuck 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 O.J. shit, throats is gettin' shit Scooped the New Jacks and kick 'em in the fire pit Tell them ole Jap niggas they need to go and stick it Cos when it comes to this rap shit I'm mad wicked The grand sire bringin' flavor to the whole game Mr. Smith is my motherfuckin' name [Chorus] Mr. Smith you got the shit sewed up Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up Mr. Smith you got the shit sewed up Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up Mr. Smith you got the shit sewed up Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up 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 (I started mackin') 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 calisthenic 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 bait, your steelo's scarred to scrape When you scream you sound muddy like a blint tape I get'cha open like filet, '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 [Chorus] Mr Smith you got the shit sewed up Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up Mr Smith you got the shit sewed up Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up Mr Smith you got the shit sewed up Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up Mr Smith you got the shit sewed up Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up Mr Smith you got the shit sewed up Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up