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

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...