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Plan B

I Am The Narrator

 

I Am The Narrator

(album: Ill Manors - 2012)


I'll be that...
Lyrical narrator, social commentator
Socially commentating, what I say's verbatim
Verbal stipulator, oral illustrator
Orally illustrating, what I'm stipulating

Drugs rule everything around me
Thugs making money
My manor manor's I'll ya'll, I'll ya'll
Pushers on my block, shotting rock
This is real yo
Bitches sucking cocks, for them rocks
Yey they will though
Prossies on the corner with the fucking high heels on
Pick 'em up, drop 'em off
Yey they ride real strong
Crack addicts looking for other addicts to steal from
Walking round wondering where they'll get their next meal from
Coke heads, on the reds, sniffing up their wages
Dealers on speed dial sucking all their papers
Still on the same number that they've had for fucking ages
Sim card so old, the logo's fucking faded
But turn it over an' ya see the gold nugget
Reflecting off the light that shines down above it
Unregistered shit, you gotta love it
"Pay As You Go" so the feds don't bug it
Twitter for the Streets, if you want Tweets
Eleven little digits an' the blow is all you need
Tell me what's your poison, they got everything from weed
Up to Meth Anphetamine, everybody follow me
An' join up to their antisocial network
Database 'o smack, coke an' crack smoking experts
Without it they'd go outta business, they'd no longer get work
So anybody tryna fuck with it's gonna get hurt

Lyrical narrator, social commentator
Socially commentating, what I say's verbatim
Verbal stipulator, oral illustrator
Orally illustrating, what I'm stipulating

Are you sitting comfortably?
Well put your seat belts on, 'Cause you're in for a harrowing ride.
'Cause this is I'll Manors, where dark shit goes on at night.
I am the narrator.
The voice that guides the blind, following not with your ears but your mind.
An' allow me to take you back, an' forth through time.
To explain the significance of things you may think are insignificant now.
But won't... farther down the line!

done

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