Artist: Plan B Album: Ill Manors Song: I Am the Narrator Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch I be that Lyrical narrator, social commentator Socially commentatin, what I say's verbatim Verbal stipulator, oral illustrator Orally illustratin what I'm stipulatin Drugs rule everything around me Thugs makin money, my manor, manor's ill yo, ill yo Pushers on my block shottin rocks, this is real, yo Bitches suckin cocks for them rocks, yeah, they real low Prossies on the corner with the fuckin high heels on Pick 'em up, drop 'em off, yeah they ride real strong Crack addicts lookin for other addicts to steal from Walkin round wonderin where they get they next meal from Cokeheads on the red sniffin up their wages Dealers on speed dial, suckin all their papers Still under same number that they've had for fuckin ages SIM card so old, the logo's fuckin faded But turn it over and you see the gold nugget Reflectin off the light that shines down above it Unregistered chip, you gotta love it Pay as you go, so the feds don't bug it Twitter for the streets, if you want tweets 11 little digits and the blow is all you need Tell me what's your poison, they got everything from weed Up to metamphetamine, everybody follow me And join up to their anti-social network Database of smack, coke and crack-smokin experts Without it they go out of business and no longer get work So anybody tryina fuck with is gonna get hurt Lyrical narrator, social commentator Socially commentatin, what I say's verbatim Verbal stipulator, oral illustrator Orally illustratin what I'm stipulatin Are you sittin comfortably? Well, put your seatbelts on Cause you're in for a harrowin ride Cause this is Ill Manors where dark shit goes on at night I am the narrator The voice that guides the blind Follow me not with your ears, but your mind And alow me to take you back and forth through time To explain the significance of things you may think are insignificant now But won't... further down the line