PLAN B: I Know A Song

A great soulful track from his album The Defamation Of Strickland Banks:

PLAN B: She Said

An acoustic performance from the V Festival:

PLAN B: No More Eatin

This is an outstanding performance by Plan B at the 2006 NME Music Awards. The song seems to be autobiographical, and is about how as a kid he learned to defend himself in the tough and violent streets of Forest Gate, East London, where he grew up ('eatin' means mugging). He performs with real conviction and aggression:



Some of the fans of Plan B's rap music have criticised his recent turn to a soul / RnB sound with "The Defamation Of Strickland Banks" as some kinfd of sell-out. I do not agree. It is a change of direction, which serves to demonstrate the breadth of his talent. Besides this his latest album still has a reall edge to it.

Lyrics:

No More Eatin' For Them Now,
No More Eatin' For Them Now,
No More Eatin' For Them Now,
All started when I was eight,
First time I ever got ate,
What a Piece of cake,
Mans eatin' off me like I was a plate,
Now I'm in the estate,
Walking the streets of Gate,
With eyes immersed with tears streaming down my bloodshot face
Because some irish kid just took my bike away,
Now my stepdad's pissed,
And he's looking for this pikey breh,
Asking me what he looked like,
I told him his clothes were nikey make,
I felt so ashamed,
When he asked me 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 I'm 14 years of age,
Lifes a daze so my brain
Smoking too much purple haze... haze,
High is how I spend my days,
Still I feel to snap,
Coz though I'm holdin it down at school,
At street I'm still gettin jacked,
Still gettin attacked and ask why I can't find the balls to hit them back,
Hit em back,
Eat up these cats like I eat up a track,
It's only when I turned 16 that I start facin facts,
Saw how the weed made me act,
Kicked the habit like it was laced with crack.
No more thinkin too deep,
I aint who your crew eats,
Coz now I do peeps,
And it's worse than when I slew peeps,
Hit em hard like new beats,
Straight out the studio,
Got a dangerous mind that is spitting more dangerous rhyme than Coolio,
As I walk through the Valley,
Of the shadow of death,
Now I'm 18 years of age and I'm shottin the zest,
I still aint got no bucky or no bulletproof vest,
Just a world full of pain for the next cunt who tries test,
I'm 19 years to the day,
And it's been 3 since someones tried it,
As soon as they do imma knock their lights out like they ultraviolet,
They got their eyes on my stash,
But try to stand,
They know I'm makin cash though I look brass coz try to keep it quiet,
But I shot the choongest peng it aint no secret,
And given half a chance yo half these cats would wanna eat it,
Plus they know I don't get high so my supply builds up their appetite,
And now they wanna feed it,
Take me for a fuckin eji,
I always new it was gonna happen,
So when it did I beat the kid til he was blue n black n told him who you think your jackin?,
Packed a punch yes a punch yes that's what I was packin,
Hit the fuckin cunt so hard he already started blattin,
Before he hit the floor like a sack of potatoes,
Face plant- knocked the teeth right out his cake hole,
Then sent him on his way yo with somethin to say though,
Thought I was somethin to eat up you made a mistake bro,
You made a mistake bro,
You just made the biggest fuckin mistake of your sorry little fuckin life bro

PLAN B: Writing's On The Wall

Plan B (Ben Drew) with "Writing's On The Wall" from Later With Jools Holland: