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Contact Play are one of the best underground groups you will find, combining rappers from Brighton and Cambridge forming the 5 man super group. Their first release is titled 'Champion Fraff' and the gold edition features a total of 29 tracks, that's not a typo either! It really does have 29 tracks. The first track of the album is titled 'Small Talk' which opens up with Jam Baxter's wordplay being released upon your ear drums, this track which features other members of Contact Play is a great example of their raw sound, wordplay and carelessness attitude.
Skipping a few tracks down the line we decided to stop on track number 8 which is titled 'Little Pissed Off', featuring none other than Dirty Dike airing his anger of working for minimum wage. Little Pissed Off is one of our favorite tracks on the album, however track number 9 titled 'Falling Innit' is a close second featuring Jam Baxter on his own expressing his thoughts of love and how he wished he never fallin' innit. I could write about this album for weeks, if you're a hip hop head then you must have this album in your collection, featuring some of the best up and coming rappers who feel like a breath of fresh air, exactly what the scene needs.
Word To The Wise by Contact Play
Word To The Wise Lyrics
- Everyone’s tryna tell me about fucking love
- I don’t know about love
- I grew up in a world of piss and poison
- Hatred, jealousy, envy, and violence
- It’s horrid
- I bounce back though…
- And now we’re all fucked up
- (It’s me, Mr. Key)
- Either I’m a cunt, she’s a cunt
- Either…you fuck them over, or they fuck you over
- Either way you’re getting FUCKED
- It’s either guilt or pain
- You choose
- Yo
- Of course I guess I did what I thought was best
- And now we’re all fucked up in this awful mess
- Who’d have thought that forcing your source of stress
- Would just end up making you more depressed
- There’s no talking left, ‘cos actions are louder
- And smacked in her mouth what I catch if I found her
- Hapless without her cad and a bounder
- I’m trapped in a downer it’s back to the powder
- Had to allow her and let those you love go
- And now I step broke red rose and a cut throat
- And just goes to show (shows!) what?!
- No, just some lonely bloke on destruct mode
- And fuck hope I ain’t a negative type, it’s just I…
- I fuck things up whenever I try, to make ‘em work
- Ways of a wasted flirt, chasing skirt
- Craving the taste of dirt
- And I’ll burn break and hurt, its word to the wise
- I’m the dirtiest type that you’ll learn to despise
- In the perfect disguise of a person that’s nice
- And at first it was right then it turned to a lie, so
- This goes out as a word to the wise
- And this goes out to the turbulent times and
- This goes out to the birds in my life
- And the dirt that I spurt in your virginal thighs
- No doubt I’m as dirty as Dike
- When I’m serving your birdie your burgers and fries
- Smoked out in a circus of lies
- As I’m working my circle of personal ties
- Search in my eyes, and what do you see?
- See what you believe creep lost in a dream
- Defrost the machine please
- What do you mean?
- Sweet nonsense, deep-sea monsters and me
- (x2)
- I spent half my life and time searching (where the fuck is she?)
- Trying to find the right person
- More than a whining mind or diversion
- More than the grind of nine to five working
- White eyes burning ignore the flame
- She’ll cry like bursting the water main
- And when the sunshine turn to the pouring rain
- And you’re stuck in the mud with a ball and chain
- What the fuck is the fuss man, they’re all the same
- From the lust to the love to the source of pain
- So I’m busting my nut then I walk away
- So shut the fuck up slut, there’s nothing more to say
- Except
- This goes out as a word to the wise
- Except this goes out to the circus of lies
- And this goes out to the birds in my life
- And the dirt that I spurt in your virginal thighs
- (Talking to the end)
- Fuck me over?
- I’ll fuck you over
- We’ll fuck each other over
- See me tryna chirpse you…
- Put your fingers in my fucking eyes
- Put your fist in my fucking balls
- Slap me round the chops and tell me to fuck off
- ‘Cos I will fuck you over, guaranteed
- Without a shadow of a doubt…
- But don’t tell my Mrs. though!
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