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Plan B
Plan B


Background information
Birth name Benjamin Paul Ballance-Drew
Born October 22, 1983
Born place Forest Gate, East London, England
Genre(s) Hip-hop
Grime
Acoustic
Soul
Years active 2005—present
Label(s) Atlantic Records
679 Recordings
Associated acts Example
Chase & Status
Skrein
Riz MC
Killa Kela
Website Website



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Plan B Album


Who Needs Actions When You Got Words (06/26/2006)
06/26/2006
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Rakin' The Dead (Digital bonus track)
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Breakdown (iTunes bonus track)
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Right everybody listen up!! Its my time now, you get me? ****** cunt’s

Verse 1

I’ll break a bottle over some boys head
stab a broken piece into the poor ***** leg
I’ll leave him in an alleyway screaming and bleeding to death
run away laughing my head off as I leave him for dead
what do I care its not like I’m gonna get caught
Anyways, killing aint a crime it’s a ******* blood sport
and I’m out to notch up as many points as possible
show all the kids on my estate that I’m unstoppable
coz in my world respect is the only thing that matters
and if I aint getting enough, someone weak enough for me to beat is getting battered
his self esteem’s getting shattered into tiny little fragments on the floor and scattered
what can I say, life aint fair but I don’t care
coz I’m untouchable like Elliott Ness
I’ll tie a bandana round my head like Rambo
shoot you on your ******* doorstep like Jill Dando.

Chorus

Pick up an AK and spray/ that’s the mentality of kids today,
**** a girl and get her pregnant underage
that’s the mentality of kids today
Even when I got doe I wont pay my way
that’s the mentality of kids today
Stab a yout in the leg down an alleyway
that’s the mentality of kids today

Verse 2

Even when I got cash in my pocket I ponce
have it all for free anything that I want
you know I’ll smoke all your weed get right of my bonce
and never repay the favour back not even once
coz I cat like a jack on road
I don’t need the doe but the greed takes control and off I go looking for a fass to harass just to hear him tell me he’s brass
I’m like trust me blud you don’t wanna make this hard
hand over your money your phone and your pokemon cards
real fast or else
I’ll go on like smoking cigarettes bad for your health
I got one hell of a mean streak causing beef on the street I prey on the weak forever looking for fresh meat
a need to eat
keep feeding my ego I’m a control freak and I’m only 14 years old.

Chorus.

Verse3

In the eyes of the law I’m not old enough to have sex
my balls aint even dropped yet and I’ve had sket’s
lying on their backs flat on the floor
virgin ***** getting ****** till its raw
I go out on the churps, looking for birds, some dumb young bitch to **** so hard hit hurts
and what’s worse, is that I do it bare back
coz when I put a condom on there’s bare slack
no my **** aint big enough for that, so I just stick my ding-a-ling inside her snatch and that’s that
if I see something I want, I’ll take it
girl wont give it up, then I’ll rape it
break it, in
penetrate it
I’m gonna make it happen impregnate it
if she has a yout, I’ll act like it aint mine
make her have an abortion for the eighth time.

Chorus


Verse 4

There’s a gangster called bonehead who runs tings round my area
the shit he’s involved in couldn’t get any hairier
if your on his hit list, he’ll find you no matter where you are
******* with him’s worse than catching malaria
he’s the most notorious drug dealer on my estate
sells copious amounts of heroin and crack cocaine
double cross him and you’ll feel the pain
does more disappearing acts on street than David Blaine
and I wanna be just like him
riding in a blacked out beema with alloy rims
doing drive by’s
firing an AK 47 out the window and ting
that kinder shit impresses me
coz I got an ignorant mentality
the way I see, is the way to be
so arrogant nothing will ever get through to me.

Chorus

. . .


Chorus

I’m real sick of hearing these pricks talk shit
they get there throat slit cause they’re talking to me like I’m thick
I’m real tired of all these bullshit guy’s they best go hide coz I’m looking for them on the sly
coz I’ve had it up to here right up to here
might have to do it Reservoir Dogs style
slice of their ear
Coz I’ve had enough of bredders acting tough
trying to get rough when its obvious they aint rough enough.

Verse 1

Listen! I don’t just talk the talk I walk it
that’s why my mouths always coming out with raw shit
my rap styles distorted
like Little Mo getting raped and keeping the baby instead of getting it aborted
I talk morbid
just to make you feel awkward
deaths a part of life yo, you just cant ignore it
especially when I rip out your heart and on my sleeve sport it, like it’s something you thinks special coz your dead gran bought it
I talk so foul, I talk so coarse
I show no regret I show no remorse
like a necromaniac raping a corpse
up the anal passage whilst contracting genital warts
my metaphors are twisted
like that game where you gotta put the Hob Nob in your gob if you’re the last one to cum on the biscuit
I’m so sadistic that’s why I fantasise about finding my mums ex floating in a bath tub with his wrist slit.

Chorus

Verse 2

You best ban T.V if you want me to stop
coz I’m so heavily influenced by the things that I watch
it aint just pulp fiction and Reservoir Dogs
it’s Irreversible, Bes Moi and city of god
its the news on every channel when I turn on the box
it’s seeing paedophiles singing on top of the pops
Gary glitter ******* ******* what?
on the net Ken Bigley got his neck tech off
that’s some nasty and still you wonder why I’m sick
when I see this shit and I say exactly what I think
that’s some nasty shit and still you don’t ban it
but you ban computer games something round here really stinks
what about cigarettes and alcoholic drinks or the animal that died just so your wife could wear that minx
your disgraceful like getting caught pissing in the sink
or a white girl who wont suck my **** just because its pink.

Chorus

The last verse is just as bad as the first but compared to the second yo its definitely worse
coz its about a guy getting chauffeured in a hearse
let me do what Nas did and tell shit in reverse
the hearse brings the corpse back to morgue
the guy from the morgue undresses the corpse
the embalming fluid goes back out
the blood goes back in, the body goes back to hospital where it comes alive again
the paramedics walk backwards like an Irish dance
put the wounded man back in the ambulance
the ambulances engine turns back on
and the lights flash as the siren plays its favourite song
the guy goes back to the exact spot were they found him
and all the medics and the passers by
go back where they came from till eventually no one surrounds him and the blood pours up him rather than down him
the man then falls upwards back on his feet
and stumbles towards a dark figure on the other side of the street
he walks into the blade that cut his belly
then he holds his neck which was bleeding already
he removes his hand so that you can see the cut and as the knife undoes the slice it closes back up
he unsays the words he said which were “what the fuck”
and un-screams the screams from the first initial cut
then the blood from his severely severed ear
crawls back up his cheek and slowly disappears
as the knife wielding silhouette un-hacks it from the rear
puts the knife away after reattaching the ear
he walks backwards through the bushes where he disregarded nature
and leaves the guy on the bench un-reading his paper
takes the snail he stepped on back from his creator
only to be killed again when I fast forward this shit later
back in his house now
back in his bed
he un-listens to a CD and un-bops his head
takes the CD out the player puts it back in it’s case which has my name on the cover along with my face
fast forward, there’s been a murder and the police know who done it
now there looking for a motive
coz they don’t know why he done it
sure enough it don’t take that long for them to find a reason and they publicly state it on TV that evening
a couple months later this shit gets banned
like it was me who put that switch in his hand
and told him to kill that man
like this whole song was just some kinder sickly devised plan
to hurt some poor **** I don’t even know and have never met before in my life
if it was, then whoever said that ‘the pen is mightier than the sword’ was right and you’d better think twice before you step to me and pick a fight.

. . .


I'll stab you in the eye, yo,
With a fucking biro
The same fucking biro you just used to sign your giro,
You fucking wino
Don’t fucking cross my line, yo,
I’ll hit you so hard your arse will hit the floor in Cairo.
I know
How to take your life and make you die, yo, so watch your fucking step and where you place your fucking eyes bro.
I fight loads,
Heavy though I look like a light load, I bite bro. I wont sink my teeth into you twice but thrice, bro
It ain't nice, bro like when you got lice bro. I’m ice cold, like a mother fucking ice pole. Don’t make me tell you twice bro.
Live-o, I’m live-o,
Sideshow, I’m phsyco
Bad, but not in the same way as Michael
I’m archetypal
Shameless like that guy from Grand Disciple’s.
Hi all.
My names Ben like Nigel.
I’m sick enough to start
Shit and hit hard like I spit bars pick up a dart and stab you in your eyeball.
When I ride mics I ride them on my lonesome,
The best thing since sliced bread my lyrics them are wholesome.
I don’t need no-one else when I rap
Taking up room on my track, if they ain't good to me.

That's no good to me,
I don't no need nobody.
(That's no good to me.)
Don't need no-one
That's no good to me.
That's no good to me,
I don't no need nobody.
(That's no good to me.)
Don't need no-one
That's no good to me.

I’ll never stop rhyming, like
I aint the silent type.
I’m the violent type
With a vicious bite like Iron Mike's.
Fuck the Isle of Wight - could never live the quiet life,
I’m too used to drunken nights that end in fights and ultraviolet lights.
So pass me a glass of ice and fill it up with liquor,
Make sure you make it a double so I get drunk quicker.
Only drink spirits, don’t give a fuck about my liver;
The only reason I don’t drink pints is 'cause I’m trying to watch my figure.
I’m an angry little man with a
Plan who just don’t give a damn, pissed at God 'cause he won’t make my dick bigger.
Am I real or am I just a thick wigger?
Fuck what you think, I’ll still smoke you like a cigger'.
Watch cats cotch back, cock back, pull the trigger,
Trigger,
Pow!
I’m too sick to give a
Shit about mans who want to see me down and out man.
I’m stirring up bare shit without a doubt man.
I’m representing rap like it's supposed to be:
Spit bars so harsh you can't cope with me.
That’s how its supposed to be.
You can't cope with B.

That's no good to me,
I don't no need nobody.
(That's no good to me.)
Don't need no-one
That's no good to me.
That's no good to me,
I don't no need nobody.
(That's no good to me.)
Don't need no-one
That's no good to me.
(That's no good to me.)

I’m real sick of hearing these pricks talk shit, just 'cause they roll with a clique, think they won't get their throats slit. I make blood drip,
Every lyric I spit
Leaving MCs deader than the skin on my dick.
(Oh shit!)
That’s why I laugh when they start talking out their arse bout how this phase will pass: quote “Plan B will never last.”
That’s why I chuckle when they get signed then they buckle, 'cause they cant take the pressure never the less I still laugh.
Believe I ain't no quitter, nor would I be bitter if my label dropped me I’d just go on sicker, change my name to Kunt
With a capital K, like kids today I’ll just spray abuse in your fucking face like a fat kid who’s had no lunch. Throw a punch, make your nose crunch and your lip bust so blood shines off your lips boss, like you were wearing lip glos. I shit not.
I’m a one man clan, one man band, just gi'mme one mic and one mic stand, one guitar for me to strum with my right hand.
The same right hand that’ll pick up a knife and start to slice mans,
Make them die a painful death such as a slow one, 'cause I don’t need no-one
(That’s no good to me.)
And that’s the way of it,
Although I’m only spraying shit just for the sake of saying it
So you know I don’t play and shit.
I’m thinking dark thoughts everyday and shit.
Now what’s my fucking name?

Da da da ding da da da ding ding ding my name's Plan B and I rap 'n' sing sing sing.
Da da da ding da da da ding ding ding my name's Plan B and I rap 'n' sing sing sing.
Da da da ding da da da ding ding ding my name's Plan B and I rap 'n' sing sing sing.
Da da da ding da da da ding ding ding my name's Plan B.

Yeah, no good.
That's no good to me,
I don't no need nobody.
(That's no good to me.)
Don't need no-one
That's no good to me.
(That's no good to me.)
That's no good to me,
I don't no need nobody.
(That's no good to me.)
Don't need no-one
That's no good to me.
(That's no good to me.)
That's no good to me,
I don't no need nobody.
Don't need no-one
That's no good to me.That's no good to me,
I don't no need nobody.
Don't need no-one
That's no good to me.

To me

. . .


Verse 1

Hi my names jack and I’m living proof of a dead man walking/ a spiritless body that’s still talking
its too late to take precautions
my whole worlds already fallen apart broke as easy as porcelain
and all because I didn’t wear a hat when I ****** a yat
now I wish I never even took her back to my flat
I’ve been cursed from my **** to the hearse I cant think of nothing worse and it hurts
coz all this pain I’ve inflicted on myself always thought casual sex was doing me good never bad for my health
what a foolish thing to think if I had an ounce of heart left
it would probably sink now I’m on the brink of death
seemingly there is nothing left for me
to look forward to in this life believe
I’m at my wits end
and I can no longer pretend to be a happy person when..

Chorus

I’m dead and buried. There aint no hope left for me in this world no
I’m dead already
Can I believe in heaven when I’m living in hell, I’m living in hell.

Verse 2

Hi my names Alex
and I’m a drug addict
name any illegal substance on this planet I’ve had it
leave anything valuable lying around and ill grab it I’ll do absolutely anything to support my habit
coz without my buzz, I’m a nervous wreck
an insecure smack head running out of veins to inject
reality checks get me so upset
coz they make me realise my life’s a ******* mess
and I aint got nowhere to go coz my family hates me
paranoia sets in and the whole worlds against me
so I buy another 20 bag of scag
take it all in one go like an asshole being ****** by a fag
and all my worries get washed away in an instant
yo, as soon as the rush hits my brain there’s a distance
between fact and fiction
the truth hurts so much yo, I’ve become a slave to this addiction
I owe dangerous people money I cant afford to pay
coz every penny gets spent on this buzz my body craves
this man made A grade powder with a dark shade
I’m too far gone now to ever be saved I’m dead and buried.

Chorus

Right everybody listen up
I cant tell you my name for legal purposes coz I’m a convicted felon
looking at 15 years inside and I’m only 27
the court told me they’d knock it down to at least 11
on good behaviour get bail after a reduced sentence
but things aint looking good for me back at the scrubs
I’m already caught up in a world of violence and drugs
walked into this shit with my eyes closed looking a mug
came in as a man now its turning me out as a thug
I’ve shanked two inmates already and one of them’s dead
the other’s close to recovering and is after my head
there’s nothing I can do now coz I’ve made my bed
just gonna have to lie in it and watch where I tread
yo I made a mistake and I know that now
the only reason I’m in here is coz I thought somehow
what I was doing was right when I loaded up that shotgun and attempted to end that mans life
yo what the **** would you do if you were in my position
found out your sisters been beaten into submission
by her own boyfriend on the floor of her own kitchen
then violently raped by him as he tells her to stop bitching
yeah you’d do the exact same thing as me play god with a sawn off and cap him in his knee
you’d chop his balls off if you had the opportunity
cut his **** in half and leave him with only an inch to pee
only to find out that it was all in vein coz your dumb bitch of a sister’s got back together with him again
there engaged to get married, your going insane
contemplating a life in prison were your gonna remain
your dead n buried.

Outro

I’m dead and buried as good as, already half dead
don’t know if I’ve got any heart left
I’m dead and buried as good as, my time as past yeah
I might as well be six feet under in a casket
I’m dead and buried as good as already half dead
don’t know if I got any heart left
I don’t know if I got any heart left!

. . .


So he says he loves you, wants you to be his wife
But he's too hooked on the crack pipe for that to be right
It's all lies, none of it's true
Though It hurts you, you know what you got to do
Cut him loose, like a dirty needle you don't know where he's been
All I know is I've seen him high when he say's that he’s clean
There was a grey patch when he first bust on the scene
But as the mystery unravelled, it all became black and white, know what I mean?
As we can never be friends
He can go to hell
No more hanging round the house like a bad smell
Either he goes or I do
It's your decision mama, It's all on you
You're too old to be nieve
And I know you ain't ignorant
That's what's bothering me ma, cause you're going on different
I ain’t never seen you loved up like this before
Why is it everybody but you can see you deserve more

CHORUS
Mama, can't you see
What he's trying to do
To you and to me
Mama, it's so black and white
Whilst you're sitting at home
He's out smoking crack tonight
I can't go for that, no
No can do
I can't go for that, can't go for that, can't go for that

When I first met him thought he was cool
Had a few things in common like supporting Arsenal
I saw the way he made you happy like a love fool
Calm down when times were hard up, stressful
But all that don't amount to shit
When he starts acting like a little kid
Treating you as if you are some kinda bitch
Mama you ain't rich
But still he borrows your money
And never pays you back because every penny he gets
He spends on that bad habit of his, ******* takes the piss
Bringing that slut into our house that’s the ultimate diss
Now I knew you threw him out for that
But how long's it going to be before you take him back
Mum I know you're lonely, but
You’re the only
One who can't see that this bloke is a phoney
And he don't really care about you mum
He just says he does cause he ******* thinks you're dumb

CHORUS
Mama, can't you see
What he's trying to do
To you and to me
Mama, it's so black and white
Whilst you're sitting at home
He's out smoking crack tonight
I can't go for that, no
No can do
I can't go for that, can't go for that, can't go for that

'My mama loves a crackhead'
Is that what I'm s'pose to tell my friends
When they ask me how I'm doing am I s'pose to pretend
Act like there's nothing wrong when there blatantly is
Turn the other cheek when he's taking the piss
**** that, that’s not how the way the man of the house acts
Gotta defend my territory, guard my patch
When I know he's doing dodgy shit behind your back
Put my foot down, stand my ground and that
This has got to stop, whether the guy buns crack or not,
His head ain’t there, he's ******* lost the plot
Dead and buried is the apt phrase
Can't even act right, can't even act his age
That's so ******* lame
Thirty something years old, he should feel ashamed
If I was him I'd slit my veins at the mains
Run a luke warm bath and sit in it until the arteries drain
Do it right this time
So I ain’t gotta do it again
Coz there's nuttin' more pathetic than a cry for help
Either you do or you don't want to kill yourself
Everyone knows you've got a problem so it don't matter if you admit it
What you gotta do is be a man and ******* deal with it

I know the truth hurts mama
But this shit has got to be said
He don't love you
He never has and that's a fact
Cause the only thing he really loves in this world is crack

CHORUS
Mama, can't you see
What he's trying to do
To you and to me
Mama, it's all black and white
Whilst you're sitting at home
He's out smoking crack tonight
I can't go for that, no
No can do
I can't go for that, can't go for that, can't go for that

. . .


Verse 1

The first day I saw her was at the train station
she was half black half Caucasian
at first yo I thought she was Asian
but as I get a bit closer her origin is blatant
the best of both worlds a caramel complexion
I swear when she smiled I almost got an erection
piercing green eyes that shined like emeralds
once she gave me the wink, could only think with my genitals
she tells me her name as soon as I approach her
its Charmaine, Charmaine De La Rosa
I say is that Spanish she says yeah I say kosher
the whole time imagining what it would be like to dose her
the train pulls up and we get on it together
duration of the journey get to know each other better
we exchange numbers and agree to meet afterwards
she blows me kiss and with that we parted

Chorus

Young girl get out of my mind
my love for u
is way out of line x2

Verse 2

One week and Ј20 phone credit later
I don’t just want to juice this girl now I want to date her
she’s got a great personality and sense of humour
next time we meet, it just cant come any sooner
we arrange to go out for a drink at a bar
she’s already there when I arrive and she looks the part
even more stunning than I remembered
**** it drop dead gorgeous
her ass is tight and her breasts are bloody enormous
hand in hand we walk over to the doorman he’s got a big shiny head yo he looks like George Forman
he lets her through and asks me for I.D I’m like what the hell you talking bout man I’m 19
I whip my drivers licence out and he lets me in
then I trip over a step how embarrassing
Charmaine witnesses it all but pretends no to see
I feel like a fool she just thinks its sweet.

Chorus

Verse 3

The night goes a lot smoother than planned
apart from the little hiccup at the start its all gone grand
when other guys try churps she shows them the hand
turns down every dance saying I’m her man
we get a cab back to my place were we get it on I take off my shirt she strips right down to the thong
I marvel at her body voluptuous curves she’s a real women no doubt about it her
confidence is sky high she’s the one who’s got me on my back, saying baby this is your night
I’m like alright its worth a go I suppose
so we switch roles and she takes full control
she starts slow grinding me softly
whilst kissing yeah she’s doing me properly
that’s when I start thinking man this girls gotta be from out of this world or something because she’s shocking me
I’d never felt like this before this was more than sex
sex is something that you have with sket’s
something the next day you regret
with a girl you wished you’d never met
na ah no way man this had to be love
I couldn’t believe I was saying it but that’s what it was
like a leaf in the Autumn
I had fallen
after that nothing else seemed important.

Chorus

Now its time to hear my predicament my catch 22
I love this girl but now I have to cut her loose
I was talking to one of my boys the very next day
and I told him all about me and Charmaine
he looks at me in a very strange way and asks me if De La Rosa is her surname
if she’s mixed race and her eyes are green
I say “yeah” he replies “Blud, that girls 14.

. . .


Intro

Yeah. What’s up man? How longs it been? How longs it been Dad? I don’t know. I’d say about…

Verse 1

16 years since you went searching for the holy ghost
and got lost along the way like money in the post
holier than most is how you used to act walking round with your Bible spitting out quotes like they were facts
paint it black
men women children as well
if you don’t worship god then you’re going to hell
always had to take it one step further you couldn’t just pray nope’s
had to shove it down peoples throats like gay blokes
like that Basement Jaxx song where’s your head at
when did you lose your mind same time your hair fell out
and your beard started to grow grey hairs started to show or was it when you started speaking in tongue on road
I was only 6 years old how could you subject me to that shit verbal syphilis
complete ******* gibberish
I was sick of it but too afraid to say
only saw you once a fortnight at of all of them you had to choose that day
to Bible bash evangelising in the street
looking like a tramp who collected trash
even though you was brass you could have tried to look normal
even if you was ****** in your head its awful
I know but I’m glad you done a disappearing act screw you
how could I ever introduce anyone to you
baby this my dad he’s a religious nut. (“oh, hello… what the ****!”)

Chorus

I don’t hate you I don’t love you neither
you mean nothing to me (your) just another geezer
I wont hit you
still I wont hug you neither
if we ever meet again cold is how I’m gonna treat ya x2

Verse 2

When we talk about your antics now there always met with laughter. “Did he really used to make you pray before you ate a mars bar?”
Yes. Every time we put something in our mouths we had to pray to Jesus
why the **** you think I never used to eat Malteaser’s
I slag you off now and don’t feel bad about it afterwards
just like all the other kids abandoned by their fathers
“I hate my dad, Homer Simpson look-a-like fat bastard!”
yeah, well at least you weren’t stuck with Ned Flanders
who the **** was I supposed to go to for answers?
hey mum what’s this sticky shit in my pyjamas?
you weren’t around to teach me shit
sold your own kids for some bitch
and no one’s seen you since
but I bet you turn up when I’m rich chatting shit
like it weren’t your fault
probably blame it on your bitch
coz your bitch minds warped
we could here it in her voice every time she talked me and Lauren were young but we weren’t dumb we knew what was going on
first time I met her when she was just your wife to be
I remember that something just didn’t seem right to me
from what I could see
it was simple and plain
she had you under manners like a dog on a chain
sometimes I used to wonder where you were and why you left
was it all because of her or what you thought was best
but times have changed and I’m used to you not being there so now I no longer wonder nor do I care
you could be dead for all I know
even more ****** up in your head for all I know
coz all I really know is that you left without saying bye
and aint ever looked back since. Yes there was a time, you could have built a bridge but now the gaps to great
and you might find if you try, it’ll jus collapse under the weight
coz now its far too late coz we all grown up
how can you be part of our lives now when you’ve missed so much (that’s why!)

Chorus


Verse 3

You cant run away from your past coz your past is hereditary
the blood that courses through my veins is your legacy
and will probably be the only thing ever left to me from you
coz just like you
I myself have been gifted with a musical talent
except I go by the name of Ben Drew not Paul Balance
you lived your life like your namesake hung in the balance
then you fell off the wagon and now the only thing that’s apparent is
you aint half the man you used to be/ but I am more than you could ever be
coz you could never see the world as I see it
where as you try to be something you aint ..I be it
and real fast your past is coming back to haunt you
its gods will that such a big mistake like me should taunt you
daunt you
like a nervous feeling in your gut
I call it fate, but you can call it whatever the **** you want
your just a lost little boy so here’s one less worry for ya
I don’t hate you/ I just feel sorry for ya
in fact I pity you
I got so much shit on you
if I saw you on the street, I wouldn’t even spit on you
(but I don’t hate you. Hating takes too much effort, and you aint worth the ******* time of day. As for love, that went when you went. Long ago)

Chorus

. . .


Chorus

Every morning when I wake
every morning when I wake
this is my life everyday this is my life everyday

Wake up in the morning notice something aint right
coz although the sun is shinning there is no light
I open up my curtains wipe the sleep from my eyes to tired to realise I’ve lost my sight
blinded by my ignorance I prepare my self for the day, thinking this sinking feeling will go away
as I set off on my track the little voice in my head says turn back, but when I want to turn back its too late
darkness surrounds me drowning me in sorrow, coz I know today will be no different from tomorrow
hope is quickly fading soon I’ll be too far gone for saving my soul will go and leave my body hollow
and still in the face of adversity I search for an inner strength try and stand firm with both fists clenched
but I cant find my heart its like the ******* things deserted me it used to be there this makes no sense
so I pray to a god that I’m not even sure if I believe in
to help me in my hour of need and keep me breathing
I pray to this god that created a place called Eden
a paradise to put Adam and Eve in
but I don’t think he hears me speaking
I’m starting to weaken
now I’m reaching for what’s fake
poisoning my body to escape
suddenly I’m overwhelmed with optimism my shoulders no longer feel the weight
yeah life feels great but its fake.

Chorus

Verse 2

Its fake coz I know the smile on my face is only there coz I’m too intoxicated to care
that inside my soul I cant find no hope just a gaping whole where it used to be there
an amendable tear
that when I’m sober hurts more than I can bare
it just aint fair
and soon I’ll be back in normality
when the poison wears off and my whole bodies aching from the pain of reality
the pain of reality starts to grab at me
love is a fallacy and I’m staring straight at death as it tries take another stab at me
I’m down on my knees
and I’m begging
someone hear me please answer my questions
why is my life just one big deep depression
is this gods way of teaching me a lesson
forgive me father for I have sinned
this is my confession
I do bad things and I don’t know why I do them
I try to do good deeds but people see right through them
I cant get close to no one, coz they wont let me
how can I feel like a man if they don’t respect me
is that my heart?
I feel starting to sink
as the more I talk I’m starting to think
that maybe I feel this way because of the mistakes I’ve made and it aint got shit to do with no one else
I can only blame myself
its me who’s bad for my health
and only I can rectify what is wrong in my life if only I tried a little bit harder
it all comes down to a choice what would I rather
stay how I am and watch the days get darker or forgive myself, get on with my life
and not look back after.

. . .


Verse 1

Once upon a time there was a girl called sonita
who dreaded going home after school coz her dad would mistreat her
her mum was just as bad when she got mad was more than glad to lend a hand in helping him beat her
sonita used to wear the cloth of her religion
sonita used to pray to god thought he was listening
but nothing ever changed at least she couldn’t see a difference
so the relationship between them both became distant
she didn’t agree with the fundamental religious views of her parents
they might as well of been speaking gibberish to her it was incoherent
she was living in the western world couldn’t understand why she couldn’t be like all the other western girls
so one day she rebels walks into a shop and purchases a copy of bliss a magazine for female teenagers
ripped off the plastic rapper started flicking through the pages.

Chorus

Tough love. Tough love. I call it hatred
Tough love. Tough love. I call it hatred
They called it tough love. I call it hatred
That’s your flesh, your blood. That’s sacred.

So engrossed in her new found interest sonita fails to realise the time
before she knows it, it’s a quarter to nine
she should have been back from prayer an hour ago now her parents are gonna know that she’s skived
in the slim hope that they wont
she hides the copy of bliss inside the books under her arm and makes her way back home
she opens the door to find her mum and dad waiting the expressions on both there faces are scathing
before she has time to think of an excuse
her fathers hands are wrapped around her neck like a noose
so tight he chokes her
she drops all her books on the floor, apart from the bliss mag which lands on the sofa
her dad cant control his rage when he sees that the centre page is a boy bound poster
“she’s possessed by the devil” her mother shouts
blaming it all on Satan like it’s the only explanation
he grabs sonita by her hair down to the basement
her hearts racing like she know’s her life’s about to be taken
they look her in the eye, say here’s what were gonna do
your possessed by a demon and were gonna beat him out of you
sonita cries for help. When she sees her mum pick up a broomstick
and her dad take off his belt
but its no use, her brothers and sisters wont listen
so undeterred her mum and dad carryout the exorcism.

Chorus

For hours they violently torcher their daughter
beat her to within an inch of her life till its right on the border
they continue to physically hoard her
by now sonita has a mental disorder
she no longer cares if she lives or dies
there’s absolutely no more tears left to cry
she sees the evilness in her parents eyes
and thinks there the ones who need to be exorcised
that’s when the rebellious streak completely intoxicates her
a sudden rush of energy boost a never seen before aggressive nature
she decides that no matter what they are never gonna break her
“go to hell” she screams at her dad as he goes to give her another lick with the belt
“go **** yourself” she screams at her mum knowing that its only gonna spur her on
cos by now sonita’s lost the plot
the physical pain aint nothing compared to the heart ache when a heart breaks and it rots
once filled with so much love, but now so clogged up with hate that it stops
beating
and she stops breathing
her bodies just a carcass now her souls leaving
no more pain no more bleeding
dieing slow, blow by blow from a severe beating
and it takes half a dozen more blows to the head
before they finally realise that she’s dead
that’s when the door busts open and in come the feds
the neighbours must have called them when they heard the screams of torment
coming from the basement
were sonita’s dead bodies lies blatant like road kill out on the pavement
its quite clear to the police that she’s been the victim of a horrific case of physical mutilation.

Chorus

After being apprehended sonita’s parents were asked why there daughters life was so brutally ended
they said it was out of love but only hate breaks something so hard, it can never be mended
and to this day they show no remorse
their idea of parental guidance will always be to use force
and what makes this tale all the more gory is that this song is based on a true story. Tough love.

. . .


Chorus

Where you from?
I’m from a place were the streets are filled with snakes that smile in your face as they plot to do wrong
where you from? I’m from a town where the mans will take you down if they see you making pounds and flashing it around like you the don
cos where I’m from? They don’t give a **** if you got talent
only got love for your bank balance
like give me the wong
that’s where I’m from? Don’t ever get it twisted
yeah I’m really, really from the ends now what the **** you want?

Verse 1

I’m walking down the street past the copper’s on the beat
past the shotter’s blotting weed clear for everyone to see
but no one gives a dee
coz this is everyday life
**** the police it’s a ghetto state of mind
but where I’m living I cant see no ghetto
this aint America, it’s England, where we live aint nothing special
you can take anywhere and call it a ghetto, same way you make cyanide same way you make amaretto
hip hop’s in the street now were all bussing echo
50 cents on MTV now its cool to carry metal
objects now the object is to kill
how can you value life when your so close to death
stainless steel
how’s it make you feel
blud, holding that buckey
knowledge is power guns just make you feel lucky
its fuckry
the way these yout man like to go on
bussing shots in the crowd when there’s a show on, they’re just putting a show on
real gangsters stay underground like Non Fiction, they don’t fire blanks at yanks like when Nas played at Brixton
thrill seeking dickheads just doing it for kicks and
hear a next man speak their name from his lips and
give a guy props for licking shots from a gun like if they fired one at him the ******* prick wouldn’t run
its like they’re praising these yout’s for acting so dumb and its no excuse, most of us are fatherless sons.

Chorus

Verse 2

Yo where you from?
are you really from the ends
well that depends on what the **** you mean by ends
if you south of the Thames, then na!, I aint from them ends
I’m from these ends they call it the east end my friend
and round here you gotta watch your back coz everyone’s bent
bare man who think there ruff just coz there shotting the peng
hating on plan b coz they know me as Ben
yout’s as young as 10 walking round thinking there men
they’re under the influence and I aint even talking bout drugs
I’m talking bout why the **** they’re walking like thugs
they’re in love with the idea of being a gangster
romantic idolisms producing hot jism like a wanker
what ever happened to good old fashioned street fighting like Blanca
Queensbury rules mate that’s how I vent anger
vent my anger
knock out your teeth
if you bring me beef
leave you looking like a chief.

Chorus

Outro

. . .


Chorus

No more eating for them now
no more eating for them now
no more eating for them now
no more eating no more eating for you now x 2

Verse1
It all started when I was 8
first time I ever got ate
what a piece of cake
mans eating off me like I was a plate
now I’m in a state
walking the streets of gate with eyes immersed with tears streaming down my bloodshot face coz some Irish kid just took my bike away
now my step dads pissed
and he’s looking for this pikey brey
asking me what he looked like I told him his clothes were Nike made
I felt so ashamed
when he asked why I let him take my bike without putting up a fight, all I could do was turn away
turn the page
6 years later now and 14 years of age
life’s a daze so is my brain smoking too much purple haze
high is how I spend my days
still I feel to snap
coz although I’m holding it down at school, on street I’m still getting jacked
still getting attacked
and asked why I cant find the balls to hit them back
hit them back
eat up these cats like I eat up the track
its only when I turn 16 that I start facing facts
saw how the weed made me act
and kicked the habit like it was laced with crack.

Chorus

Verse 2

No more thinking too deep
I aint who your crew eats
coz now I do peeps and its worse than when I slew peeps
hit them hard like new beats
straight out the studio
got a dangerous mind that will spit a more dangerous rhyme than Coolio’s
as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
now I’m 18 years of age and I’m shotting the zest
I still aint got no buckey or no bullet proof vest
just a world full of pain for the next **** who tries test
I’m 19 years to the day and its been 3 since someone tried it
and as soon as they do I’m gonna knock there lights out like they were ultraviolet
they got their eyes on my stash, but trying to style it
they know I’m making cash though I look brass coz I tried to keep it quite
but I shot the chungest peng, it aint no secret
and given half a chance, I’m sure half these cats would want to eat it
plus they know I don’t get high so my supply builds up there appetite and now they wanna feed it
take me for a ******* idiot
I always knew it was gonna happen
so when it did I beat the kid till he was blue and black and told him who you think your jacking
packed a punch yes a punch that’s what I was packing
hit the ******* **** so hard he’d already started blatting
before he hit the floor
like a sack of potatoes
face plant knocked the teeth right out of his cake hole
then sent him on his way yo
with one last thing to say though
thought I was something to eat up
but you made a mistake bro.

You made a mistake bro

You just made the biggest mistake of your sorry little ******* life bro!!!!

Chorus

. . .


Walk out my front door,
What do I see?
Another little yout on the street shotting weed.
Won’t be too long before that youth’s shotting smack,
Selling heroin to his brethrens and that,
Making fast cash,
Thinking he’s going places,
And he will be straight after the court cases.
He thought the streets would bring him glamour and fame,
But now he’s locked up and no one remembers his name.

Cos you know it’s so rotten just how easily people are forgotten,
One minute, you’re heading for the top and don’t ever look like stopping,
Then suddenly you find yourself right back at the bottom.
That’s life tho.
And so’s getting cut with a knife, so
Watch your step if you don’t want to get blood on your Nikes, bro,
Cos these streets will have you up just when you least expect it.
You say you don’t fear death, but you know you respect it

[Chorus/Sample]

I’ve seen my best friends cry,
I’ve seen my best friends die,
I’ve heard my best friends lie, about how they’re doing fine.
I’ve had so many best friends in my time.
And most of them I’ve lost to brown smoke and white lines.
I ain’t no stranger to drugs, I’ve had my fair share,
Had my head up in the clouds like f*****g Care Bears
Chatting all that rare tare tare
I’m just experimenting… MDMA, LSD, amphetamines
And all the rest of that s**t that goes with it,
Why is it everyone who does drugs thinks they know everything there is to know about life already?
Just by sitting on their settee,
Doing drugs in front of the telly,
Thinking they’re heavy,
Cos they live their lives like that.
High on crack.
What sort of ******* life is that?
What ever happened to your dreams and aspirations, blood,
Now the highlight of your day is masturbation blood

[Chorus/Sample]

You’ll only end up in the gutter,
If you live your life on the curb,
Or if you choose to take it one step further than the herb.
Ain’t getting worse,
It’s always been like this,
Life’s a game of give and take and people take the right p**s.
Seen the most self righteous of man fall off the wagon,
And start chasing the dragon.
And it’s funny how, now, they’re the ones with the problem,
Look how much they’re big f****n’ mouths have gone and cost them.
Used to be the type that looked down on man
Now they’re inhaling toxins through a biro and,
It’s ironic don’t you think, that five years back the same cats who are now on crack,
Didn’t even used to drink now they’re the missing links,
In a world of wasted talent,
They could have been great, now they’re just making up the balance.
Musicians, artists, writers, authors,
Gymnasts, athletes, footballers.
Bare peeps I used to know,
Who could have turned pro,
Now the only game they play is the one on road.
Whether it be drug pushing, shoplifting or prostitution.
Some sort of institution,
Seems like the only solution.
Stop the manor looking like some kinda Mardi gradi
Skank whores on the corner asking if you want a party.
It’s nasty,
Driving through the ends is like safari.
Don’t get out your car unless you want crack and kamikaze.

[Chorus/Sample]

And that’s the way of it.
Man’s going AWOL.
Missing links.
Making life unstable.

. . .


Verse 1

You know what? Today I’m pissed off with you coz you’ve been acting childish Tee, yo when the **** you gonna grow up man and stop having these fights with me
deep down I know were cool but sometimes I wonder
would I really give a **** if you were six feet under
I look at you as a friend but when it comes down to it, its blatant
me and you aint tight like the way you are with Jason
and you don’t listen to me
like the way you listen to him
that makes me think that you don’t respect me, and that’s how the dissing begins
every time we meet were at each others throat’s like a couple of bitches
I hate the way you try go on like a thug that’s some thick shit
I know one day you’ll sort yourself out coz you aint stupid
I jus hope that that day aint that far away
coz my life’s moving, at a fast rate picking up pace
heading towards the right place
I don’t wanna leave you behind but I can feel my heart change
as everyday goes by I start to realise who my friends are
if your one of them, prove it, fix up.

Chorus
Couldn’t get along today
couldn’t get along today
perhaps I’ll call you back later

x 2


Verse 2

Once again my friend you’ve managed to rattle someone’s cage, but for once it aint mine, yo this time its Dave’s
**** me I thought we were bad
but you and him are worse
falling out over petty shit like money, weed and birds
talking about how if you never saw each other again, it would be to soon
I cant really talk though, coz sometimes I feel that way too
I’m just glad that me and you have sorted out our differences now we can finally be on a level or as you like to put it just seckle
so how’s your life man
lately you seem really down
what’s it like living on that council estate in south?
I know you’ve got that big **** off dog to protect you
but that aint your manor man what’s wrong with your head dude?
the way you go on blud, you need to be careful
oi, don’t gimmie that shit about ‘its all cool’ just be careful
look I gotta go, when your in the ends next make sure you check me
alright bruv cool, see you next week.

Chorus

Verse 3

Today I’m ******* distraught I’m beside myself
I cant stop crying man and neither can no one else
cause today I gotta call from Greg and the first thing he said was hey B your not gonna believe this man but Tony’s dead
and at first I didn’t then I heard the tone in his voice
and I knew he was serious so I didn’t have a choice
then suddenly it hit me and I went silent lost for words
as I listened to him describe how you died I felt this surge of overwhelming sadness
******* bastards, why did they have to kill you man its madness
I keep picturing your face it’s the first time I’ve seen it scared
as I imagine you dropping from that balcony, falling through air
I don’t know whether you fell trying to escape or whether you was pushed off
but whatever they did it was enough to get you more than shook up
all I know is they turned up at your flat whilst you were sleeping and seriously intended on giving you a beating
that bitch you lived with must have had something to do with it as well
she wanted you out of her yard why the **** else
would that dog of yours be locked in another room
I find it far too convenient that slag must have knew
that they were coming to do you something bad
I cant take this its driving me mad I just cant believe your gone I’ve never felt this sad
Tee, I ******* love you man.

Chorus

Verse 4

Now that your gone, nothing will ever be the same
your death was a tragedy in every kind of way
I cant comprehend all the time we wasted on being angry at each other instead of just getting along its wrong
and reminds me of how you left it last with Dave
coz when you died we didn’t see his ass for days
and those days turned to months and now those months have turned to years
three to be exact and still were holding back the tears
I said we haven’t seen Dave for years
but we have except it aint really him
coz the David we knew would never take crack or heroin
it hit him hard just like it did with for Jase
you and him were like brothers
and in his heart lies an empty space
coz you’ll never be replaced
and we all feel the same
all we have is love and respect when someone mentions your name
so know this, just before I hang up the line for the last time
we love you and your forever on our minds.

See you in heaven bruv

. . .


Who needs actions when you got words

Chorus

When trouble comes knocking ill be ready alright
with my fists up ready to fight
but I aint gotta put my fists up every time
(who needs actions when you got words)
And I aint gotta pull the heat like here we go, I aint got to lose my head like years ago.

Verse 1

Who needs actions when you got words, I aint afraid to get physical its just I hit harder when I spit on a verse. Cos im a sick spitter, spit so sick that it hurts. So sick at spitting I can even spit in reverse. Still, you can step up to my face if that’s the way you feel. Throw a punch I’ll throw one back and show you im for real. Ive lost a lot of so called mates since I signed this record deal, one more wanker bringing hate wont matter now im paying bills not staying still, waiting for a giro, feeling so frustrated I could stab someone in the eye with a biro. Having to drive slow everytime I see the five-o cos thers a nine bar of skunk in my trunk and its live-o. I used to shot the high grade peng! So im used to cats who beg for scraps and chat crap that don’t make sense. You cant hide whats true dude even when you go to great lengths. I see through you like glass or fake friends.

Chorus

Verse 2

Sticks and stones break bones but what I say will hurt you worse, leave you feeling dead and buried like you six feet under earth. And if actions speak louder than words, then how come I hear you hating but I never see you burst? You just vex cos you wish you were where I am and you cnat make so many people feel your set like I can. Pick up a mic and set the crowd alight man, shine so ******* bright they think its day when its night man. That’s right man, you cant deny I got talent. Its jealousy, you only hating cos you haven’t. The more I blow the more you hate me with a passion, now the press are on my **** and people follow me like fashion. Your like don’t believe the hype like that’s all it is and nothing else, but I don’t need the hype the words I write will sell them selves. Cos the words I write are from the heart that’s why they’re felt. And you’ll be eating yours when mine are flying off the shelf.

Chorus

Verse 3

I’d rather merk mans lyrically, spray them with the spit from my tonge than going on a killing spree and living life on the run. Even if sometimes I feel like getting a gun and running up on every one who hated me from day one. But whats the point in that? Its ironic where the point be at. Hate is from the heart still the head is where I’d point the gat. Imagine how your face looks as I **** it back, pull the trigger, imagine how your face looks after that. But it aint worth it bro. Hey yo, I aint thick. Even though I hear and see so much that makes me sick. Come across so many fools that make me wanna switch, I wont ruin my career just because you said some shit. I’ll dead you quick on the mic, so you can keep on beefing. Think you’re getting to me blud? Na you aint even, im a lebran so I maintain a cool balance. And you mean nothing to me like Paul Balance.

Chorus

. . .


Yeah
Let me tell you a little something about where I live,
This is called Rakin' The Dead,
Im from a Place Called Forest Gate,
Forest gate is a place without a forest or a gate,
There probably used to be but Nowadays there ain't,
S*** loads of playing fields called Wanstead flats and man made lakes,
I know this boy called Craig three quarters my age,
He always used to go to the flats to play with his mates,
Til one day walking home from school on his lonesome
Jays he stumbled across something strange on the open glade,
Now any normal person would know straight away That
when you find that there on the open glade that it was a shallow grave,
But not Craig, See cause Craig is nieve plus he smokes weed everyday,
he thought there was money buried in that grave,
So he rushed home quick so he could tell all his mates,
he told them he found some disurbed Earth on the glade:
'I Think theres moeny buried there'
But they just laughed in his face
So the very next day Craig went over to Wanstead flats
and showed the grave to his mates,
'See I told you I wern't Lying,
now what do you say, lets dig this sh** up and see whats there to take'
'Okay' they both said to Craig
went to a nearby pub stole two pint glasses and a rake,
Went back to the glade like there was no time to waste,
Got on their hands and knees and started digging up the grave,

'Once upon a time there was a boy called Craig,
Found a dead body on the flats with his mates' [x2]

it didn't take Craig and his mates that long to dig up the grave,
Even With two pint glasses and a rake,
thats why they're called shallow graves, cause they're shallow,
'Hey Wait that looked like decomposed bone marrow on your rake'
'Whats that?' replied Craig
'Look Man on the rake, what the f**'s that looks like a T Bone steak'
'T Bone steak, No More like a lamb shank,
errg Thats rank man get it out of my face'
Poor little Craig and his poor little mates,
Went digging for treasure but what they found was a grave,
'Ahhh Look theres Maggots all over the place,
i havn't felt this sick since i Saw that Film bad taste'
Craig and his mates were so disgusted they left the
two pint glasses and the rake and dusted, Called the Police said
'Hi My names Craig i Just found a dead body over the
Wanstead flats with my mates'
before you could say Blazin Squad again the police
were on the scene doing forensics on the grave,
interveiwing Craig asking him
'What in gods name possesed you to digging up a bloody grave?'
'I Didn't know it was a grave' Said Craig 'didn't even cross my mind'
'So What Exactly did you expect to find?
'Replied the police officer in such a suspecting way
that Craig got scared and didn't know what to say,
he had a frog in his throat and he started to shake,
he kept sweating so much drops of sweat were dripping of his face,
the policeman saw this as A perfect time for interrogation
looked at craig and said :
'Right Im taking you down to the station'

'Once upon a time there was a boy called Craig,
Found a dead body on the flats with his mates' [x2]

'Right state your name and where you live for the tape'
'My names Craig I Live in Forest gate'
'thats good thats really good no really you're doing
great, now next question tell me how old are you mate?'
'17!? Core blimey, Don't look it still you must just
be short for your age, all that ganja smoke couldn't
have helped either though could it mate,'
'What?'
'Come on Craig i Wern't born yesterday,
and by the looks of it Mate you've been smoking since
you were 8, lets be honest if you were any shorter
you'd be a midget mate, It must be hard to live with
It must be hard to take, Its not you're fault you're
short still no other c**t is gonna see it that way,'
'Im sorry officer i really don't know what you're trying to say'
'Im jusr saying you must get bullied everyday,
thats why You killed that poor sod and put him in that
grave -What!?- HE TOOK THE PISS OUT OF YOU DIDN'T HE
CRAIG -Nooo Nooo- DIDN'T HE MATE'

'Once upon a time there was a boy called Craig,
Found a dead body on the flats with his mates' [x2]

Poor Craig what Could he say he was now a suspect in
a F***ing full blown murder case,
tears were streaming down his face
'How much longerr is this going to takke please get me out of this place'
'I've done nothing wrong, i Only found the remains
I didn't kill the guy i swear to god I'm Innocent ask my mates!'
the copper had him right where he wanted him ready
to break the only thing was the murderer wasn't Craig,
And of course the copper knew this he was just playing games,
So When he saw that Craig had pissed himself he had to call it a day,
'Look i know you didn't kill the guy So Im Not going
to do you for that - Oh thank god - But I am Going
to do you for stealing that rake - What!
? - Only pulling your leg Go on Scarper.'

. . .

Breakdown

[No lyrics]

. . .


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