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Plan B - Now That’s What I Call Music! 82 - iLL Manors (clean radio edit)
Now That’s What I Call Music! 82
Disc 1
01. We Are Young
02. Call Me Maybe
03. Payphone (edited version)
04. Whistle
05. Princess of China
06. Feel the Love
07. Starships (edited version)
08. Where Have You Been (album version)
09. R.I.P.
10. Can’t Say No
11. Boyfriend (album version)
12. Small Bump
13. Oliver Twist
14. Black Heart
15. Part of Me
16. Primadonna
17. Picking Up the Pieces (radio edit)
18. Drive By
19. Sparks
20. I Won’t Give Up
21. Too Close (radio edit)
22. My Kind of Love (radio mix)
Disc 2
01. This Is Love (radio edit)
02. Call My Name
03. Hot Right Now (radio edit)
04. Young (radio edit)
05. Turn Me On (radio edit)
06. Let’s Go (radio edit)
07. Scream
08. Laserlight
09. Turn Up the Music
10. Chasing the Sun (UK radio version)
11. 30 Days
12. Euphoria
13. Greyhound (radio edit)
14. 212 (clean version)
15. iLL Manors (clean radio edit)
16. So Good
17. Level Up (radio edit)
18. There She Goes
19. Express Yourself
20. Only the Horses (single mix)
21. When She Was Mine
22. Sing
Let's all go on an urban safari
We might see some illegal migrants
Oi look there's a chav
That means council housed and violent
He's got a hoodie on give him a hug
On second thoughts don't you don't wanna get mugged
Oh shit too late, that was kinda dumb
Whose idea was that, stupid
He's got some front, ain't we all
Be the joker, play the fool
What's politics, ain't it all
Smoke and mirrors, April fools?
All year round, all in all
Just another brick in the wall
Get away with murder in the schools
Use four letter swear words cause we're cool
We're all drinkers, drug takers
Every single one of us burns the herb
Keep on believing what you read in the papers
Council estate kids, scum of the earth
Think you know how life on a council estate is
From everything you've ever read about it or heard
Well it's all true, so stay where you're safest
There's no need to step foot out the 'burbs
Truth is here, we're all disturbed
We cheat and lie, its so absurd
Feed the fear, that's what we've learned
Fuel the fire
Let it burn

Oi! I said Oi!
What you looking at, you little rich boy?
We're poor round here, run home and lock your door
Don't come round here no more, you could get robbed for
Real, because my manor's ill
My manor's ill
For real
Yeah you know my manor's ill, my manor's ill!

You could get lost in this concrete jungle
New builds keep springing up outta nowhere
Take the wrong turn down a one way junction
Find yourself in the hood, nobody goes there
We got an eco-friendly government
They preserve our natural habitat
Built an entire Olympic village
Around where we live without pulling down any flats
Give us free money and we don't pay any tax
NHS healthcare, yes please, many thanks
People get stabbed round here, there's many shanks
Nice knowing someone's got our backs when we get attacked
Don't bloody give me that, I'll lose my temper
Who closed down the community centre?
I killed time there, used to be a member
What will I do now until September?
School's out, rules out, get your bloody tools out
London's burning, I predict a riot
Fall in, fall out, who knows what it's all about?
What did that chief say? Something bout the kaisers?
Kids on the street, no they never miss a beat
Never miss a cheap thrill when it comes their way
Lets go looting, no, not Luton
The high street's closed so cover your face
And if we see any rich kids on the way, we'll make 'em wish they stayed inside
There's a charge for congestion, everybody's gotta pay
Do what Boris does, rob them blind

Oi! I said Oi!
What you looking at, you little rich boy?
We're poor round here, run home and lock your door
Don't come round here no more, you could get robbed for
Real, because my manor's ill
My manor's ill
For real
Yeah you know my manor's ill, my manor's ill!

We've had it with you politicians
You bloody rich kids never listen
There's no such thing as broken Britain
We're just bloody broke in Britain
What needs fixing is the system
Not shop windows down in Brixton
Riots on the television
You can't put us all in prison!

Oi! I said Oi!
What you looking at, you little rich boy?
We're poor round here, run home and lock your door
Don't come round here no more, you could get robbed for
Real, because my manor's ill
My manor's ill
For real
Yeah you know my manor's ill, my manor's ill!