Mr Smith

Intro:

Word up! y'knowhuti'msayin?
I gotta globe in the world in the mail today
Nahi'msayin? heh, word up!
Uhh, kid told me "yo, the world is yours kid, put it in ya pocket"
Nahmean?
Make a brother feel good, word up!
Brother feel energised
I wanna dedicate this one to the game that put me on the map
Y'nahi'msayin?

I know you love it, the game is so irresistable to touch
You should see me when fienin for microphones that i can clutch
Droppin bombs, combinin the club attracts
Like the ol' sugarhill gang, king tim and fatback
There's no question the suggestion was made
The foundation was laid when the furious played
Grandmaster flash slayed the competition that was wishin
They could serve the technician with the number one position
Uhh, the real deal, fearless four scored
Bambataa was hotter, spoony was givin em nutta
An' i was all up in my headzone, melody and all
Cosign and the movement sayin "yes, yes y'all"
It's just the love affair that never ended
I recommended that i take microphones and blow em up, ain't that splendid
This one goes out to all the hip-hop do-or-diers
A song is dedicated to the music i admire

Chorus:

Whenever and ever
We want you, i need you (i need hip-hop)
Whenever and ever
We want you, do you feel the same way too? (i need hip-hop)

Kane's era was terror, he warmed it up
Parrish and erick cat lyrics that'll make ya turn it up
And i was in the cut, chillin in my drop-top benz
With friends, loungin with my mens, laughin 'bout all the ends
That i spends, making snaps, pumping kool g rap and biz
Dapper don, dookie wrotes i'm about to show what time it is
At the rooftop, i was with doug e.fresh and slick rick
'la di da di, who likes to party?' was the fat shit
I mean i saw this hip-hop thing on every level
Chuck d, pe, yes the rhythm and the rebel
I can reminisce the black fist, uzi, terminators
Terror doom techniques that terrorise the lighter shade
It's all about the game that we play everyday
Eric b & rakim flow to such a diff'rent way
I'm lovin hip-hop cos it help brothers escape
Let's celebrate our music people before it's too late

Chorus

Survival of the fittest-mobb deep, and lost boyz
Lickin shots got the game hot
They even flipped on 2pac
Snoop doggy dogg put the west coast in gear
Dr dre, nwa, eazy e's in here
I wanna tell the world they just don't understand
My man nas escobar, wu-tang clan
Keith murray to the redman, down south da brat
My people are you with me where you at?...ya peep that?
I'm on a mission to rejuvenate the funk
Bring the game back and give the do-or-diers what they want
When you hear craig mack, notorious b.i.g.
Latifah, heavy d, you should reminisce of me
Some say it's naughty by nature-'hip-hop in all its glory'
A fleet of battleships floatin in diff'rent categories
My love affair with hip-hop'll never fade away
Sincerely yours, ll cool j

Chorus to fade

Outro: (over chorus)

Yeah, ain't no doubt about it kid, knowi'msayin?
Hip-hop's the game, helped a lot of brothers escape
Take it to another level, knowi'msayin?
It's our music, we own this music, knowhuti'msayin?
Word life! i wanna give a couple of shoutouts here, knowhuti'msayin?
First of all, i wanna thank my man baby chris, y'nahmean?
Helped me put this mr. smith...mr.smith album together
Make it hot, knowi'msayin?
Thank the trackmasters-*?pope tone?*, steve stout
We definitely turning this joint out, y'nahmean
Word bond! hip-hop for life, kid!
Yeah!

Intro:

Aha , y'nahmean?
Word up, just wanna bring em to it real
Real rugged like, uhh, man
Make me feel like i'm method out and all that, y'nahmean?
Go diggin, uhh check it

I bring the butter, huh
Make you wanna creep up on one another, huh
I'm mad sharp like a box cutter, huh
I got the fam rollin like brothers, huh
We in the mecca, moey, rollie glistenin
Rainin on niggas so bad they think it's drizzlin
Ground zero funk track it's mega
Doin wild damage to your arm, legga legga
Who's that? the bawla, the player, the mister with the techniques
Pumpin blends, creepin up the backstreets
Throw your rocks up high and let em gleam
It's the uncle what? uncle l makes a wild scene
And i be blowin all the rookies out the frame
And they be knowin uncle's flowin in the game
Queens to uptown i'm gettin down for my crown
When you see me comin thru just gimme a pound
And say....

Yeah
I'm bout to wet it up, get it up
Take a track, drape it in jewels and set it up
I'm so nasty with mines, i warm it up like raw liquor
Dime pieces throw it at me like a free picker
I'm open, i let the funk soak in
I taste like an eighth, ya freeze and start chokin
Yeah son i'm all up in ya mix
Ya callin in your clique, i'm bawlin wit'cha trick
Golden rocks fallin off my neck and wrists
When i breeze by, you be groovin in the midst
Of my cycle, every move i make is vital
Crucial, official, brothers sayin "l we miss you"
Much love to all the shooby doobies and cliques
While you're bawlin in the coupe you know i had to get the six
Get your swerve on boo, chill wit me
Get me, i want the cream, baby hit me

Now take it to the bridge

Bridge:

(keep it comin baby)
(keep it comin baby)
(keep it comin baby)
(keep it comin baby) keep on
*repeat x3*

Somebody tell me the way i keep comin up
Funk runnin up and mad spots is blowin up
It gets hot when i manifest melodies
Beatin niggas all in their heads, so what you tellin me?
Get your drink on, throw you mink on
Let your head nod, stick it out, that's what i'm talkin bout
I got ya deep deep down inside my mixture
Swervin curbs, servin as i fixed ya
Formulated and combinated, the people congregated
You frontin for nothin, your crew is overrated
And i'ma take it on down to the am
Keep the drama flowin til the party cave in
Uhh, i get you open, baby come and get a fix
Yo, that's word to mother i be droppin mad shit
Let's organise, bounce together for real son
Trick a little though, sip a little moe, peace one

Outro:

(keep it comin baby) keep it goin baby
(keep it comin baby) keep it goin baby
(keep it comin baby) keep it goin baby
(keep it comin baby) keep on
*repeat x4*

Intro:

Uh
Definitely gonna be butter, nahmean?
It's gone be butter, nahmean?
Uh, swerve on em, uh yeah
Crack the mo, here we go
I'm in the mood to let the chickenheads flow
Son, no doubt, god it's real
Every member of my clique is equipped with steel
Suga, let's (heesha!), uhh, god bless

Verse 1:

Just the type of man that can lace the crowd
Which ya hands on ya [blank] or you could raise them proud
I bust shots off
Put my hands on my shorty and i make it hot-ter
I got a lock ya, flavour to bring
Got the championships so i'ma savour the ring
Church boy, raised by my grandmomma
Home-bred, i dead all the drama
I'm like the mystical funk technician
It's a sign of the times, guards on a mission

Chorus:
God bless ya lover, god bless you (x4)

Verse 2:

Have mercy!
Nowadays i got them other niggas acting thirsty
Bless the sky, energy created by my third child
Swerve wit it, get it get it
Feels good to bust shots at the critics
You crave more taste of my funk
When my track drop ain't enough space in ya trunk
Soul for real, but not the group
I'm solo goin for dolo in the drop coupe
I distribute melodies while ya gold trees
Step a dip like a flip, '96 kis

Chorus x 2

Matter fact take it to the bridge

Bridge:
God bless
God bless ya lover
*repeat*

Verse 3:

Honey dippin off my nautica sleeves
With them gortex boots, that compliment all the cheese
Shouldn't hate me cos i'm raw
(i thought you fell off kid!) you said that shit before
But you see miracles when you're lyrical
Off some ll shit, chickens get hysterical
Cos i..... form like voltron
Let's get it on and take ya chime bomb (*explosion*)
Knock it off
I like your style but it's a slight bit soft
Son, the ll rule, huh
I pick it up and lay it down mad cool
It'll cost you a fortune (what?)
For me to make it hot, heat it up and keep it scorchin

Chorus to fade

Outro: (*over chorus*)
It's all built for '96 kid!
No diggity, *?rehaud?* lace me
Nahmean? lil chris in the house
Ol moms, big e and the fam
Yo son, who's next?

I've been watchin' you from afar,
For as long as i can remmeber
You are all a real man can need
And ever ask for
This is love
This is more than a crush

It was all ....(up at rutgers)
I saw with your man
Smiling, huh, a coach bag in your hand
I was laying in the coup with my hat turned back
We caught eyes for a moment, and that was that
So skated off, as you strolled off
Looking at them legs, god damn they looked so soft (so fine)
I gotta take ya from your man that's my mision
If his love is real he got ta handle competition
You only knew him 5 months (that's right)
Besides he drinks too much and smokes too many blunts
And i've been working out everyday thinking bout you
Looking at my own eyes in the rear view
Cathchin flash backs of our eye contact
Wish i could lay ya on your stomach and caress your back
I would hold ya in my arms and ease your fears
I can't believe it, i hadn't had a crush in years

Chorus
(2x)hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush
Lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush
Hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush

I see you at the bus stop waitin everyday
Your man must think its safe for you to travel that way
But i don't want ta violate your relationship
So i lay back in the cut with a crush that'a trip
Still he can't stop me from having day dreams
Tounging you down with huh vanilla ice cream
Kissing on your thighs in the moonlight
Searching your body with my tounge girl all night
I wonder one day could it be, simple dreams turnin into reality
Our love would come down so naturally
We would walk down the isle of destiny
What your man got his hustle on gotcha type scared
Break ya off a little chump change to do your hair
That seems to be enough to satisfy your needs
But there's a deeper level if you just follow my lead
Hey lover

Chorus

Last week i saw ya at the mall
Standing at the pay phone bout to make a call
I had a vision it was me on the other end
Telling you come by and then you walked in
I touched you gently with my hands
We talked about traveling the distant lands
Escaping all the madness out here in the world
Becomin my wife no longer my girl
Then, you let your dress fall down to the floor
I kissed you softly and you yearned for more
We experienced pleasure unparallel
Into an ocean of love we both fell
Swimming in the timeless, currents of pure bliss
Fantasies interchanging with each kiss
Undying passion unities our souls
Togehter we swim until the point of no control
But its a fantasy it(that,you) won't come true
We never even spoke and your man (still) love you
So i'm gonna keep all these feelins inside
Keep my dreams alive until the right time

Chorus

Intro:

I do this for you baby
Papa luv it do', y'knowi'msayin
Mmm,
(do you want to be a player) yeah
(then you got to have that flavour)
More of that mr.smith flavour, bust ya brain right quick, y'know
(do you got to be right) second move y'knowi'msayin?
(at all times?) yeah, all the time, all good

Verse 1:

Uhh, that's the sound of the man
Workin with the mic in my hand
Ready or not here i come
It's another one (damn, not another one) yeah
We bring it just like dat (like dat)
Droppin triple platinum flavour on the drum tap
Dog a donut nice and crafty
Poke your lips out sassy when you ask me
Special request is granted (aah)
Head all slanted, (uhh) the gym has planted
(so what you tellin me you're too smooth to pop?)
If it pops should i stop 'fore it drops?
Who knows? who goes? who flows?
Me and you? (yeah) just remember boo
(i promise i'll remember) everything i do girl
(i promise) i do it for you, word is bond (i know) word is bond

Chorus:

Papa luv it way she does it
(do you wanna be a player?) uh
Papa luv it way she does it
(then you got to have that flavour) yeah
Papa luv it way she does it
(do you got to be right)
(at all times) papa luv it way she does it
*repeat*

Verse 2:

Feel it, hold out your hands (and) open up (damn)
Now let it flow from both cups (aw man)
Is he good? (no doubt) all the time, miss
Is he right? (no doubt) one of a kind, miss
Now tell me what you really talkin bout in three words or less
Ladies (get it out) like this
I luv it when i give it to you raw, baby
Hate to hurt but hurtin makes you crazy (crazy)
It's my duty to dig booby
Make a video (yo, you mean my own movie) yup
You can star, here we are
There's ya blow, let it flow, you already know
Undress slow, i drop a lil' french on ya
Then geronimo!
You wanna bed debut
Take your time, do it slow, just remember boo

Chorus

Interlude:

This is that skin music, that midnight-rub-you-right skin music (x3)
Top choice if ya choose it

Chorus/outro:

Papa luv it way she does it
(do you wanna be a player?) yeah it's everything i luv
(then you got to have that flavour)
Make it right for ya baby, y'knowi'msayin?
Papa luv it way she does it
(do you got to be right) take you to the next level, word is bond
(at all times?)
Papa luv it, i take you to the next level baby, i'll take you there
Papa luv it way she does it
You see a lot of brothers is afraid to do things like this,
Youknowi'msayin?
Papa luv it way she does it
But i ain't scared to be smooth, baby
I ain't afraid of love, y'knowi'msayin? i'll take you there
I'm willing to go there, papa luv it way she does it, word is bond
(do you wanna be a player?) it's that flavour i love, y'knowi'msayin?
I like to bring it like that (do you wanna be a player?)
I love bringin it, ha ha, i love bringin it
(do you wanna be a player?) it really is sick, y'knowi'msayin?
Todd know what i mean (do you wanna be a player?)
Big cole know what i mean
Huh, flash know what i mean, my man zel know what i mean
Word is bond, papa luv it baby, yeah

Verse one: keith murray

Haaah! (wooooooo!)
Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) l.o.d.
Keith murray, def squad
Mista, mista, mista, mista smith
You wanna hit? (you wanna hit?)
Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad

Yo... i'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
And let my balls hang like i'm on a toilet takin a shit
My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip
Fuck all that sensuous shit
I represent intellectual violence
And leave your click holier than the ten commandments
Like redman i shift with tha ruck
If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [word up!]
No need to ask you who is he, son i get busy
Scuff my timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [chicago, la, any of them]
I'll have to norman bate ya i love ta hate ya
Cause youse a freak by nature
Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya
Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [word up!]
My verbal combat's like a mini-mac to your back
As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [blaow!]
Tha l.o.d. love good confrontation or vamp [word up!]
Break your concentration, murder your camp
For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz
Blow the the spot like branford marsalis
Niggaz comin through and actin wild
Y'all commercial niggaz better have a coke and a smile
I shot ya!

Verse two: prodigy

Yo, i conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again
Forgot what i already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?
Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body
Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me
But i'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me
Make my moves strategically, the g.o.d.
It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player
I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker
While you wondered what we sayin on the records real
Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal
My mobb is infamous just like the fuckin title read
You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed
Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----
But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)
But anyway, back on the real side of things
My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings
Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)
Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)
From my life to the paper (what), very accurately
Give you all of my two so maybe you can three
Prodigy will forever will s-h-i-n-e (shine baby, just shine)
My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea
How dare you ever in your life walk past me
Without acknowledgin this man as g-o-d
I shot ya faggot ass

Verse three: fat joe

Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, i pay dues i spray crews
Look i'm joey crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news
Runnin this racket, from new york to montego
Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from puerto rico
I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer
These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger
Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there
Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air
Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties
While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of bacardi
Call the ambulance, this man's wet
Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a gillette
Razor, which i keep hidden in my oral
Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel
These feds want me for some tax evasion
Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian
Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]
Joey crack, a.k.a. kaiser ceaser

Verse four: foxxy brown

Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks
To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]
Frontin hardcore deep inside the jeep, mackin
Doin my thing fly nigga you a scarface king
Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda
Fuck it, gucci sweaters and armani leathers
Flossin rocks like the size of fort knox
Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like versace locs pops [what the deal]
Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks
I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested
Uh, italiano got the lucciano
I gets down fuckin with brown fox extra keys to the drop
Boo i'm jingling baby, i got crazy dominicans who pay me
To lay low, i play slow
Roll with tha firm, mafiaso crime king pin
It all real nigga what tha deal
I shot ya!

Verse five: ll cool j

What the fuck? i thought i conquered the whole world
Crushed moe dee, hammer, and ice-t's girl
But still, niggaz want to instigate shit
I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick
Name the spot, i make it hot for ya bitches
Female rappers too, i don't give a fuck boo
Word, i'm here to crush all my peers
Rhymes of the month in the source for twenty years
Niggaz scared, i'm detrimental to your mental state
I use my presedential rolex to be debate
Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked
Mc's, that fuck with ll they gets bucked
That's real, what's up with that i shot ya deal?
Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?
New york appeal, in l.a. they gang bang
But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang
That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack
Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin back
Not this time, but next time i'ma name names
Ll, shittin from on top of the game
I shot ya!