歌手:LL Cool J
专辑:《Mr. Smith》

作曲 : LL Cool J/Hubert Laws/Charlie Parker
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
I’m goin to the top leavin smoke in my trail
***** 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
My strategy is splittin brain ******’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 thru all types of red tape and sue papes
*****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 *****s once again
I drain with ink and put your blood in my pen
I’m breakin ribs til 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
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， 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 ****， throats is gettin ****

Tell them ole Jap *****s they need to go and stick it
cos when it comes to this rap **** I’m mad wicked
The grand sire bringin flavour to the whole game
Mr Smith is my **********in name
Mr Smith you got the **** 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’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 *****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 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 ass out the frame with my verbal gift
Mr Smith you got the **** sewed up
Work ya thang baby， show em how to blow up
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