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roots manuva - no love lyrics

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

chorus:
don’t n-body got no hate smith
there ain’t no toilet there ain’t no bathroom
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
place 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 to pristine
i said i’m too sta-quo with a government health risk
see my todger with (voluminous? / the luminous?) p-ss

chorus

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 -ssumption
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 p-ssion, splash the hoopla
cigars on push bikes, first-cl-ss flights
first-cl-ss 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 irritated
chorus

as the hip-hop holy ghost kicks my spirit
i’m spiritually uplifted, that’s what the punches did
and now i’m known and i’m pr-ne 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…

chorus out

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