Lyrics Lord Lord - The Herbaliser, Roots Manuva

Lord Lord

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!