Contact Play - Cancerland Chaos

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[@RealNostalgic]

still a banger! who else is still listening to contact play in 2021?

[@ScottyDnB]

I honestly think Mr Key is the real unsung hero of the label.

[@twicedtk]

agreed

[@TheFineolase]

Mr. Key] I woke up broke in the morning or evening Scraping my face from the floor and the ceiling With the brain scorched raw from a bee sting Reach for the drawer that I store my belief in What an odd way to escape for a long day Scraping a K moonscape from a hot plate And stopped your stock take, couldn't count much Stuck in the clouds, trying to build from the ground up So ask how much the cost that you paid For the gloss on the grave, you've got to escape So run for your life, get lost on the way Til the flesh on your bones drops rots and decays It's so low cost, soap operas and snow drops I watch kids throw rocks at the road blocks And so what? It's hand to hand hate And sands a bland shade of cancerland grey So quickly switch it back to Plan A That's get too mashed to catch a bad day There's packs of mad apes attacked and rampage And what they can't take they snatch and gang rape And wait, cold sweats starting again Sparking a blend of tar in my carcinogens Day by day it's getting more hard to pretend That the way that I'm living isn't part of the end So slip past the defence, and let the saga commence Sharpen the pen, write 'til I'm laughing again Pardon my French, mi amor, can you see the shore? Could you spin back to where we used to be before? See the talk that you speak seems awfully cheap I dream as you ramble and walk in my sleep Through deep blue dawn of the beast that beseeched you Mourning for peace with some porn on your Freeview [Jam Baxter] Yeah it was evening or morning I couldn't tell Reached for the door for a look at hell Crooked cell creaking, weeding the draw with the book of spells Weeks in the storm, in a hooded shell freezing Sheepish, calling my sugar bell wheezing Feet to the floor as my footing fell, screaming Sleep with the leeches Baxter plans take off Random bad days in Cancerland Chaos Relax and I wake as prang to catch brain rot Clanking my chains in the dank of my day job Vest with the stains on, yeah it's the same slob Dressed in a jay cloth, and next there'll be days telling fables with Aesop Plod with a spade, it's the grave robbing doctor depraved on a late cotch Lost in the shade, stave off the cravings I watch as they drop toxic waste on your pavement I watch where I gaze, they got my breh's brainwashed Clocked with surveillance, incompetence pays off Squander your wage, sobbing somber ashamed 'til They spot your remains where the oncoming train was Locked in a cage with the monsters from [?] [?] with an eighth and a smog googles taped on And as the top topples straight off Face to the rock cobbles, I'mma stay raving the same waff [Jam Baxter & Ronnie Bosh] It's the bionic weight dodgers Obey noxious gas with a top hat And straight rocking chasers to knock back Contact Play in the bigger sense Spitting 'til I'm ill again Sitting on the shitter with a cigarette [Ronnie Bosh] It's the last land to stand in this land of the living dead Head spinning, swinging leg cramps in my missing leg Bed ridden, trapped like the last rats of [?] Ed Scissor Hands with a shank left to disinfect Still in debt, the fat scab on your pickered face I scam cash with Baxter and [ban?] Jax the middle men Champ at the bit and then scram with the fiddled checks Crammed on a mad dash from Camden to Middlesex For ten minutes sitting drenched in a Triple X scandal The next are left shambles they're sniffing ket And then I'm in again, I jam with my man's and a little pengs Our scamsters banned from the cineplex Bigger sket for my wanking hands day off For skanks that lack brains in Cancerland Chaos Like wham bam thank you mam in black lace Now that's the bad taste extracting mad facials Bathe in the rancid stank of damn failure Absent blank face on spangled rampages Back from Fantasia, aching a flash of phantom back pain Yet scrapped with [?] Sat wasting away in tangled cats cradles Pranging dank [?] trapped in gas chambers The sandman happy to relax in disabled Leaving your plants scattered like the ash on the table What?0

[@LukePettit]

Locked in a cage with the monsters from [?]AGE DOT (since the beginning of time) [?]BOP (walk) with an eighth and a smog googles taped on

[@johnfox7517]

Last rat to vivisect

[@twicedtk]

pimp shit

[@eastmidsbenji3239]

mastapiece of work 💯

[@roertlastrovertlast5417]

"See the talk that you speak seems awkwardly cheap" Fave bar

[@TheStyxUKHH]

fuckin baxter and key smashin .. best group in UK at the mo doing things..

[@robbied1261]

CP are off the chain depressing how little known they are

[@Bootstrap193]

such a sick beat

[@sean3480]

Keysus Christ. What a verse!

[@filgus497]

bosh doesnt get enough of a mention

[@RobWax]

MR FUCKING KEY!

[@subteran1]

Awesome !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[@joedljoedl]

such a nice beat

[@benbrown113]

the truth dosent get old x

[@DontBsillyxx]

Mate you successfully predicted the future!!!

[@TheStyxUKHH]

@TehGherkinHatMan haha .. yh man ... had to be tho didnt it .. the whole crews got skills, baxter just takes this lyricism b2b flow game to another level

[@eazie66]

i wanna see contact play go on westwood and fuck things up, more people need to be aware of this shit. Big

[@mountjarvis]

the styxxx coming with them educated predictions

[@ZAK09BITCH]

@TheStyxUKHH i dont 100% agree with it all but deffently feel what u say, blessup

[@heervanderwerff]

oh this shit is massive and im only at 0;30!

[@mountjarvis]

@TheStyxUKHH are you an oracle?

[@Crisis6793]

Who made this instrumental Whats it called

[@kaimidlane8029]

the instrumental was made hy filthy finger tips one of the 3 amigos

[@ClarkesonTheMarksman]

chester p's still the man but baxters got top skillz.....

[@Baittz]

could you please post the lyrics?

[@systemshockers1]

Can't find them anywhere, Baxter's verse is out of this world

[@coombzy283]

better late than never, right? I haven't got time to do the 3rd verse, and who cares anyway lol... suggestions for the bits I've got wrong, or not sure about, most welcome :> Mr Key: I woke up broke in the morning or evening, scraping my face from the floor and the ceiling With the brain scorched raw from a bee sting, reach for the drawer that I store my belief in What an odd way to escape for a long day, scraping a K moonscape from a hot plate And stop to stocktake, couldn't count much, stuck in the clouds trying to build from the ground up So ask how much the cost that you paid, for the gloss on the grey, now you've got to escape So run for your life, get lost on the way, till the flesh on your bones drops rots and decays It's so low cost, soap operas and snowdrops, I watch kids throw rocks at the road blocks And so what, it's hand to hand hate and sand's a blank shade of Cancerland grey So quickly switch it back to plan A, that's 'Get too mashed to catch a bad day' As packs of mad apes attack to rampage and what they can't take they snatch and gang rape And - wait, cold sweat startin' again, sparking a blend of tar with my carcinogens Day by day it's gettin' more hard to pretend, that the way that I'm living isn't part of the end I slip past your defense, and let the saga commence, sharpen a pen, write till i'm laughin' again Pardon my French, mi amour, can you see the shore? Could we swim back to where we used to be before? See the talk that you speak seems awfully cheap, I dream as you ramble, and walk in my sleep Through deep blue dawn of the beach to beseech you, mourning for peace with some porn on your Freeview Jam Baxter: It was evening or morning I couldn't tell, reached for the door for a look at hell, crooked cell (??) Creakin', weed in a drawer with the book of spells, weeks in the storm in the hooded shell, freezin' Sheepish, callin' my sugar bell (?) wheezin', feet to the floor as my footing fell, screaming Sleep with the leeches, Baxter plans take off, random bad days in Cancerland Chaos Relax and I wake as prang to catch brain rot, clanking my chains in the dank of my day job Vest with the stains on, yeah that's the same slob, dressed in a J-cloth, and next he'll be dazed tellin' fables with Aesop Plod with a spade it's the grave robbin' doctor depraved on a late cotch, lost in the shade Stave off the cravings, watch as they drop toxic waste on your pavements I'll watch where I gaze, they got my rays (?) brainwashed, clocked with surveillance, incompetence pays off Squander your wage, sobbin' sombre ashamed, till they spot your remains where the oncoming train was Locked in a cage with the monsters from age dot, bop with an 8th and the smog goggles taped on And as the top topples straight off, face to the rock cobbles, I'ma stay ravin' the same WAFF (? lol)

[@TheStyxUKHH]

@noodles7290 haha ... rhyme asylum album is same old same .. its good dont get me wrong, poseesed is a heavy rapper .. but Baxters just doin big thing.. contact play in general.. watch man .. i guarantee theyll be seen as biggest group in UK .. specially now taskforce have split.. orphans of cush are heavy .. but these are gunna be doin big big things ...

[@Oricalkos123]

TaskForce are releasing a new album this fall / early 2013. Contact Play can move aside.

[@stefbell8262]

well you're a fool

[@ac4th371]

As much as I love Chester p - Taskforce can't touch Contact play, Chester P is UK rap royalty but Jam Baxter is another level.