No Love

[Intro]

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 assumption

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 passion, splash the hoopla

Cigars on pushbikes, 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

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