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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.
Fingers In Your Nose by Contact Play
Fingers In Your Nose Lyrics
- Mister thick ill his fate Im still sick an depraved
- With a pick and a spade I sit diggin' a grave
- Man you dont even need to read the ink on my page
- You can see the truth written in my grimacing face
- When I Listen to the shit that you make
- Theres six million ways to piss in your face
- And choose one my whole crews coming through unscrewed
- Singin' fuck you you fuck you and fuck you
- Its who Mr. Key from the SMB
- Not the type a prick to claim that im the best Mc
- See who wants to be an Mc not me
- Some people seem to think that thats a bit off key
- But i drop a freestyle whenever wherever
- Mashed up on acid tabs chattin' bare cheddah
- For the fun of it Another grubby kid from the rubbish tip
- I love to spit give a fuck you can suck a dick
- If im fucking shit spit bars on the jokes one
- If you aint havin' no fun go home son your so glum
- Cant remember why you rate this
- But reckon your the greatest
- And still come heavier than anything im faced with
- Yes im an escapist The sweaty little eight
- Steppin' in and disrespecting everything you rate
- So put your fingers in your nose
- If you love Hip Hop
- And if you dont
- Break that you can suck this cock
- I be pickining my bogies and crusty snot
- Disgusting slugs and slow
- Blowin' up your spot. (What the fuck you got)
- I'm the opposite type, A hot rock in the pipe
- Hob goblin Eyes shot wobblin' by
- I wipe my snot rocks on the waft that i write
- Got proper supply and stop rocking the mic
- Flop and its fine, rock shows so fucked i forgot all my lines
- Rock shows so fucked i forgot all my lines
- And so what Yeah your probably right
- But its two for a fiver on bottles of white
- And three for seven quid (Ahh yeah!)
- Lets go twos on that and start there
- Ask brehs that have known me - nobody knows me
- I'm home alone with a nose full of bogies
- And bogus show ponies Ive thrown in my chokey
- I can flow blows like a focused shinobi
- And bling is for the posies, posers and phonies
- Acting the twat at the rap kareoke show
- So lets go toe to toe But i thrown no blows man i blow my nose
- Overdose, the bunged up piss our tease
- Mr. Key pickin' boogers like Biz Markie.
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