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Roots Manuva( Rodney Hylton Smith )
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No Love
We're gonna do it like
We're gonna do it like we're supposed to do it
Don't nobody got no love for Smith
There ain't no peace, there ain't no justice
And it seems like much of a muchness
But right now I really couldn't care much less (repeat 2x)
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 in the music
Immune to the decadence, I found some meaning
Places I've been in, slapping the demons,
Cleansin' the heathens, Lands End to St. Stephen's
Rhyme with no reason, son of the 5th season
Soon as I'm on the case, soon as I'm leaving,
Artisan outlaw, long-time looney
Black George Clooney, moody in the midnight
15 tablets, check my prescription
I seen these shrinks and they say I'm too pristine
I said I'm too sta-quo with a government health risk
See my todger 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
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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 stupid in the corner getting steadily canded
As the hip-hop Holy Ghost touchs my spirit
I'm spiritually uplifted, that's what the punches did
And now I'm known and I'm prone to the feeling of havin' a buff pocket but still wanna kill all in my family
Idiot 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 (whole host of points of view? / the old host of 'Points Of View'?) brought to the stages
The sound of 'P' made me feel more conscious
Tuned up my mind to the systems design, 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 soul peeing soul decay
Cause everybody...
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