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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.
Like This by Contact Play
Like This Lyrics
- Hey slobs it’s the late cotched waste hopping
- Stray dog stays lost
- Brey stay gobbing case not brain’s rotting
- And we aint got papes cause we hate shotting
- Traipse on veins clogging
- It’s your bait flop Jacob the muddy mind
- Bunning Thai, rubbing my gums with the colour white
- Cutting lines up inside clubs it’s the grubby life
- Shove a mic under my mug, watch me come alive
- I’m the sluggish type, scuttle by, piss poor
- Split flip like a triple number nine switchboard
- And you wonder why I’m looking like shit for
- Dribbling at chicks trying to pull ‘em like rickshaws
- Crooked eyes flicker in the hot box visibly
- I’m pickling my blunts? till its compost physically
- But being pissed non-stop cripples me
- Fuck hip-hop man its hop-hop literally
- On a one-legged race to get legless
- A skunk serenade for one that kept breakfast
- Shucks, any takers bruv? Let’s get feckless
- Come and get blazed and drunk and head westward
- With reckless abandon
- Retching at random
- Dreadfully dressed I perfected the anthem
- Blaow!
- And if you live how I live stick your mits and then puke till you can’t
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- News just in
- Dike’s fucked on a drug binge
- Sniffing up dust cut with skunk from the dustbin
- And fuck pins, it’s the same old same
- James raping his brain in his nasal ways
- And basic days consist of a piss-pot of cocaine
- And when my nostrils block I’ll be ripping off your nose mate
- So bait, I could walk into Asda
- and snort up an ounce with your daughter and Baxter
- Bought ‘nuff drugs can’t afford no pasta
- Snort up dust till my sore nose fractures
- And round here we don’t pour no champas
- We’re wearing a wardrobe with your clothes wankers
- And don’t thank us; I’m far from a nice lout
- Five ounce lines couldn’t buy me a night out
- If you sniff like I sniff like a hoover to floor
- Put your hands up and trip as I puke on the floor
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