Lyrics:
The Tragedy of Mr. Smith
None of us know how they control us - undercover
All our secrets saved
These endless different data files
letter strings
the king New York yeah that's big shoes to fill
Gained all of the will and smiths no uncle Phil
When it's time for a drill nigga I don't need no pill
Huh you
that fights every war with you
Before the mortal view of the prehistorical, historical
He's the all and all, you searchin' for the oracle
A mission
monuments kneel
And guided by sight
No footsteps remain on this priestess' plane
And her weaponized charm
Disarming hourglass alarms
Oracle's
I had a dream that I was will smith
But than I woke up to some real shit
Hundred thousand dollar wheels and a mansion on a hill
I'm trying to move
Wasted years in the august sun
And you've been dreaming of the places that you can run to
But the oracle's spoken and it looks like smoke
All the way
you into the dark, and I’ll save you all
Die now let the oracle speak
Cause it's time now to let my demons release
So you will, die now by the lord
more
The arrival of this prophetic oracle detested
Perspective shifts in the wake of extinction
Solace is suffocated by our ruin
Our nightmares now
The youths of Eglinton
Won't put down their Remington
The youth of Brixton
They bave their 45 Smith and
Wesson pistol pistol
The youth
The youths of Eglinton
Won't put down their Remington
The youth of Brixton
They bave their 45 Smith and
Wesson pistol pistol
The youth
the shooting
Cops heard the shots, shit's hot 'cause they're pursuing
But it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down
Think I'm gettin caught by
Since day 1 girl my love for you will never change
Stand tall by my side and we will never break
FaceTime every night is what keep me awake
Girl you
Bessie was more than just a friend of mine
We shared the good times and the bad
Many years have since passed me by
I still recall the best thing I
[Erick Sermon]
Uh huh
[Parrish Smith]
Yo it's the return (uh huh) Parrish Smith and Erick Serm'
Kid don't mess with fire because
when time stopped.
Garcia does something that makes me forget about those car speakers forever. Garcia, a genius, grabs me by the arm and he walks me out
straight out and will be a goal kick. Intercepted nicely by Arnold, who passes to Kane, who brings the ball into the box, gets the cross in, surely a tap in
Smith
Who may have deflowered my west indies
Now Homer Simpson my John Huey!
Lewis Clark my morning news!
Marcellus Wallace my alopecia!
Then Will Smith
With each song I am so nervous
Walk the talk and go the furthest
Hoping you will be left wordless
But instead I'm feeling worthless
Have I lived
with precision
Crews is gettin' split like decisions
Com' will let it ride in collision
Vision like Colleco or tele, I battle stars in stellar
Oh the lady will stun you when you meet face to face
Her beauty unbounded by time or by place
And she'll dance 'round your shyness, poke fun
you always look so sad
I ain't never been that mad
Sometimes I wanna give you a slap
Will Smith I just pulled up real quick whoa
Outer space in
weapon, no opposition steppin'
Please protect me, Lord, my life dangerous, I rep this section
No weapon, no weapon, no Glizzys or Smith & Westons
decibels you ain't getting by me
Cleanest wordsmith that's word to Will Smith
Light up with the Word boy feeling really lit
Boy I'll print off ya verse n dip
The bottom got the funk
We got the funk
I'm high as the wind so I blow minds
Curb hanger and hopper at the oracle of hipster
Just like Black Caesar my depths
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