No Love - Roots Manuva

We’re gonna do it like

We’re gonna do it like we’re supposed to do it

Don’t nobody got no love Smith

There ain’t no peace there ain’t no justice

And it seems like much over muchness

But right now I really couldn’t care much less

I’m the lost, the found,

The good penny, the bad pound,

Getting me down?

That’s the reason for me dancin'

I shake my tush to the pictures and the music

Immune to the decadence, I found some meaning

Place I’ve been in, slapping the demons,

Cleansin’the evens, lies enter St. Stephen’s

Rhyme with no reason, son of the 5th season

Soon as I’m on the case, soon as I’m leaving,

I was an outlaw, long-time looney

Black jaws crooning, moody in the midnight

15 tablets, check my prescription

I seen these shrinks and they say I’m to pristine

I said I’m too sta-quo with a government health risk

See my Trojan with the luminous piss

Wayward son of a Johnson, no Charlie, no Bronson

Steady we on some, lookin’to lump sum,

Pull up a gumption, thanks for your function

There ain’t no assumption

She said me no son, please bring the lotion

For good body touching with the good body motion

Bitter or habitual

Flinging my bling-bling, this my inkling,

to walk with the in-thing

Outernational ghetto hoo-rah

Big time passion, splash the hoopla

Cigars on push bikes, first-class flights

First-class trains, people look at me strange

They don’t know my name but they know my pain

Cause I’m the dude in the corner getting steadily caned

As the Hip-hop Holy Ghost touches my spirit

I’m spiritually uplifted, that’s what the spirit did

And now I’m known and I’m prone to the feeling of having a butt-fuck if I still

wanna go steal it

Rap life, you shoulda taught me better

From the very first day when I very first met ya

I seen the trends, the fads and the phases,

The ho ho’s, the poor- it’s abused walk to the stages

The sound of fear made me feel more conscious

Tuned up my mind to the system designed, but

Those were the days, the era of «yester»

Now the whole scene’s progressed to pimps and OG’s

Now I’m the fogey kickin the bogey,

With nothing in between and no place for me

Yes I’ll take to the trends and split the cliches

I’m a pimpernel man, UVA,

Defender of the sofa and so DK

Cause no…