Roots Manuva - No Love lyrics

We're gonna do it like We're gonna do it like we're supposed to do it [Hook] Don't nobody got no love for Smith There ain't no peace, there ain't no justice And it seem like much of a muchness But right now I really couldn't care much less Don't nobody got no love for Smith There ain't no peace, there ain't no justice And it seem like much of a muchness But right now I really couldn't care much less [Verse 1] I'm the lost, the found The good penny, the bad pound Getting me down That's the reason for me dancing 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 Cleansing the heathens, Land's End to St. Stephen's Rhyme with no reason, son of the fifth 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 Fifteen tablets, check my prescription I seen the shrinks and they say that I'm too pristine I said I'm too sta-quo with a government health risk See my todger with the luminous piss Chorus [Verse 2] Wayward son of a Johnson, no Charlie, no Bronson Steady we on some, looking to lump sum Pull up a gumption, thanks for your function There ain't no a**umption She said, "Me know son, please bring the lotion For good body tou'ing 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 pa**ion, splash the hoopla Cigars on pushbikes, first-cla** flights First-cla** 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 Chorus [Verse 3] 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 buff pocket but still wanna go stealing Rap life, you should've 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 brought to the stages The sound of "P" made me feel more conscious Tuned up my mind to the system design, but Those were the days, the era of yester Now the whole scene's progressed to pimps and OGs Now I'm the fogey kicking 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, U-V-A Defender of the soul fight and the soul decay Cause no... Nobody Chorus