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Jam Baxter is a very talented UK artist making up 1/5 of the super group Contact Play and also a member of SMB, not to mention his pursuit of a solo career. Baxters first solo release is titled 'Rinse Out Friday/Spack Out Monday' which is impossible to fault, he's back do the same again but this time with his second solo album titled 'The Gruesome Features'.
The Gruesome Features has a total of 16 tracks of Jam Baxter distorting the atmosphere, spitting descriptive tales and concepts straight from an extraterrestrial brain. The album features a wide range of artists and producers which Baxter hasn't simply plucked names out of a hat, they have been hand chosen due to the coherence they add to his album.
Borrowed Time features Baxter and Edward Scissortongue which feels like they're going back to back to outdo each others intricate wordplay. Gourmet Flesh features Baxter and UK legend Ransom Badbonez going in with their explosive styles over a ferocious beat. Eggs is one of my favorite tracks on the album, Baxter shows his double time flow which intertwines with Dabbla's lyrical ability and flow creating an onslaught of some of the finest homegrown - Not to mention the insane skit at the end of the track.
Fillet Mignon Lyrics
- Is that an MC or a BLT?
- I swear down, I can't tell these days, [I can't tell these days...]
- Cause I've been spitting fridge-fresh with the full fat bars,
- Ever since I could spell my name, [my name...]
- Is that an MC or a filet mignon?
- I swear down, I can't tell these days, [I can't tell, man...]
- Sipping bark to my CP, keeping it gutter,
- And the man, them that felt my pain. [my pain... my pain...]
- Yeah, yeah, my pain, migraines are more,
- The sweat in that steg on the dry days of yore,
- The flypapers full of the lies pave the floor,
- And the fast King's kitchen, why waste the score?
- I'm in, one of them moves fresh new tremors,
- In a torch-lit lab full of test tube cherubs,
- Is that a plump duck or an egg stew, fella says 'Who?',
- She did it just to get you jealous, yeah, [Yeah...]
- Yeah, yeah, they say I'm not relevant,
- Is that a bag of gas or a tray of hot venison?
- Scrape that skeleton, swing it from the rafters,
- Gargling spittle as I'm picking at the carcass,
- Hard barbers, smothered in the mince,
- Waking everyday spitting blood up in my sink,
- Still struggling to blink with my puke glazed eyes,
- So, is that an MC or a huge steak pie, say why.
- Is that an MC or a BLT?
- I swear down, I can't tell these days, [I can't tell these days...]
- Cause I've been spitting fridge-fresh with the full fat bars,
- Ever since I could spell my name, [my name...]
- Is that an MC or a filet mignon?
- I swear down, I can't tell these days, [I can't tell, man...]
- Sipping bark to my CP, keeping it gutter,
- And the man, them that felt my pain. [my pain... my pain...]
- Is that an MC or a ham and egg quiche, on a platter,
- Scraped fresh from a bag of sex cheese,
- Cause I can't seem to tell what these rapper heads mean,
- When they're screaming in panic like they're having wet dreams,
- So, what happened to the scene, is it happening to me?
- I feel like a tea bag flapping in the breeze,
- Should I kneel down or lean back,
- Or smack you in the teeth?
- Nah, before it comes to that I think I'll pack it in and leave,
- Cause I've had enough of beasts when its phantom are salmon legs,
- Big man, smashing up their pram and they act depressed,
- Is that a talent or a faggot in a massive dress,
- Nah, that's a rapper slash scag head with a jagged edge.
- [So, is that an MC] or a fetus with claws,
- Or a penis that talks, that people ignore,
- When you speak and we yawn cause we seem to be bored,
- When you wet lettuce MCs are deep in your thoughts. [Fuck off.]
- Is that an MC or a BLT?
- I swear down, I can't tell these days, [I can't tell these days...]
- Cause I've been spitting fridge-fresh with the full fat bars,
- Ever since I could spell my name, [my name...]
- Is that an MC or a filet mignon?
- I swear down, I can't tell these days, [I can't tell, man...]
- Sipping bark to my CP, keeping it gutter,
- And the man, them that felt my pain. [my pain... my pain...]
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