The Herbaliser - Lord, Lord feat. 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' aint 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!