[00:00.00] 作曲 : LL Cool J/Hubert Laws/Charlie Parker
[00:00.88]向LL COOL J 致敬!
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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
[00:22.49]I’m goin to the top leavin smoke in my trail
[00:25.32]Bitch 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
[00:33.49]My strategy is splittin brain cavity’s
[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， nigga I jam like a Glock
[00:44.53]I bust thru all types of red tape and sue papes
[00:47.54]Niggas come old but they always wanna infiltrate
[00:50.15]I’m cuttin snakes thru the belly witta icepick
[00:52.95]and scoopin hotties， a strong aisle of flip trips
[00:55.66]It’s the rebirth of murkin niggas 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 nigga 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 niggas can’t get wit
[01:38.00]Matter of fact， mornin yawn and suck a dick
[01:40.29]Nah hold up， the fuck 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   shit， throats is gettin shit
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[02:02.07]Tell them ole Jap niggas 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 motherfuckin 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
[02:48.73]I’m about to blow the spot up with that divine touch
[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 niggas couldn’t raise up with a forklift
[03:02.67]Cocked 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 flavour niggas is deaded
[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
[03:18.88]I get’cha open like f-lay， ’tack you when I spray
[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