Lord Lord - The Herbaliser, Roots Manuva

Lord, Lord!

Lord, Lord!

Lord, Lord!

Big boy burnin'

New day learnin'

You smashin' them brain cells

Suckin' them same centre

Where did I put mah

Soots in mah brain?

My tail came and stuck a

Foot in mah brain!

Can’t take the pressure

Berks on mah break are like:

Yowsa gesundheit

Eurotrashin' it!

Smashin' up the ballroom

Pissin' on the court room

Witch-doctor with the herbal remedy;

Cryptic a simile

More cheese more sleaze;

Deep blue gonad

One hell of a squeeze!

So what’s that when

Tottenham’s on a map when

Crews may flap about

Talkin' bout their yapper out?

They don’t know 'bout

The bout that’s about ta

Tap that vernacular

Venemous lushness!

We say disgusted

Nothing to discuss

With a barrel of puke and

Alcohol vapour

Cakes are mah caper

Barry at the baker

Two fizz fatty and a cold coal bread

I’m wicked in mah head

I paint mah skull red

Well well in mah walk when

Flickin' mah stub when:

Lord, Lord!

I know I’ve done a heap of wrong

Lord, Lord!

I’m findin' it hard to be strong

Lord, Lord!

Will you help me keep on goin' on?

Lord, Lord!

Help me remember where I’m from!

Mucho volume;

Bloody loud now, big

Pride in the flakes

Cause we proud now

Makin' a proud noise

'Tis my joy, Ship Ahoy!

The captain attracting the bling, that’s;

Bling from the soul and

Bling from the heart

So smart in a souped-up gold car

All over the track

Cognac yackin' a jaw

Back on the floor

Back on the door;

them

Whores is whores, them

Lords is lords: and I

Pay mah dues, pay mah tax

How can I relax?

Credit card is to the max!

Cause I must get money to feed mah scene

Just with joss, just

We just proceed;

You’re a private dancer

Skankin' for money!

Ever skankin', thankful for money:

«Don't you call me

You know my story!»

Lord, Lord!

I know I’ve done a heap of wrong

Lord, Lord!

I’m findin' it hard to be strong

Lord, Lord!

Will you help me keep on goin' on?

Lord, Lord!

Help me remember where I’m from!

Split-flame pepper grain

Burnin' up your belly

Ice cream jelly wrap;

party-hearty!

Too damn cute yah, too damn 'fro!

Take you down lower than low

To let you know

Those in the know don’t

Need to know;

They lead the flow

And flow more flexible

Sex-able, hide the salami;

Cool crystal calm re-

Member the smarmy

Pullin' by the minute but I

Keep it minimal;

Mah soul, mah mind, mah spirit is full

No bull, I pull off the least expected

Moves;

mah network, I’ll be on the deck

With mah beady eye:

Cyber-Pimpernel

That’s the whole world from

Saint Arqueles;

as you can tell

Nothin' ain’t changed for me

It’s the same old me

With more responsibilities!

Lord, Lord!

I know I’ve done a heap of wrong

Lord, Lord!

I’m findin' it hard to be strong

Lord, Lord!

Will you help me keep on goin' on?

Lord, Lord!

Help me remember where I’m from!

Lord, Lord!

Lord, Lord!

Lord, Lord!

Lord, Lord!

Lord, Lord!

Lord, Lord!