Contact Play - This Year lyrics
[Contact Play - This Year lyrics]
Yeah, hahah
Who put all these fucking steps here
Was it you?
It's still that, Mr mangler
Mr baxter to ban jacksta plans
On man's that lack stamina
The rap rap scallion, Jam Backa champion
I write lines while you're
Sat mash racking 'em
Or standing at the back of 'em
But, I rammed it it's one in one out
One king, one crown, one spliff, one snout
One thick skunk cloud, tough shit pup mouth
'Nuff pills munched down
One big drug binge one shit come down
Some swim some drown, some grin some frown
I'm done sounding dumb
So I run rings around 'em now
Pound for pound I pound 'em down like
I run out of shit to say
Spit gifts like it's chimneys
On Christmas day
Drips of K, sniff 'til the symptoms fade
Shit can change and switch in a single day
Cause this is life mate
Try rave your dumb what
I paint my eyeballs a light shade of fuck off
I crave the high grade skunk crops
And my brain and tongue rock
Sine waves bruv what
This year I'm assimilating biomass
Ride like an iron clad titan
On his final rags
Attack mics with a giant hand
Styled with a cider can
Arrive like a fire-gram burning
That's grimes like a line of
Scag try and wrap shine like a pile of cash
Sterling I'm swiping that
They're the thoughts that you might've had
If you were half as
Tight as Dick Turpin or twice as mashed
You're rap tattered and worn
Like the rags that adorn
Jam Baxter as standard i fractured my jaw
Still raw as the scabs on a cancerous corpse
As a swarm of tarantulas
Hang from my thoughts
The man still crawling with anthems
Full morphing at random, force of the phantom
Haunting your mansions from Crawley to Ackton
From Shoreditch to Camden from
Dalston to Clapton applauding your fraff
And you waffle and you babble
What's popping slobs am I
Bothered what's the hassle?
(Scrape scrape) Scrape the bottom
Of the barrel
I bop blocks sodden in the soggiest apparel
With the Bosh, comma Hieronymus
Bop with a bottle and a
Pocket full of monikers cause from
Eight to dactus to Grimmithy Grams
From Jake to Jam Baxter from
Jimmy to Stan from
Mr sism to the Simian man we're still
Rinsing your rizlas and sniffing your grams
(Surprise surprise)
So, it's that S-M-Bizzalicious
Smoke My Beef 'til it's dripping
In your withered innards
These days I'm the picture of cynicism
Rephrase the heat wave and
The winter blizzard
Keep sane 'cause I live for this lyricism
Understand dunce run it back
If you didn't listen
This year I'm assimilating biomass
Ride like an iron clad titan
On his final rags
Attack mics with a giant hand
Styled with a cider can
Arrive like a fire-gram burning
That's grimes like a line of
Scag try and wrap shine like a pile of cash
Sterling I'm swiping that
They're the thoughts that you might've had
If you were half as
Tight as Dick Turpin or twice as mashed
Jammy Kilowatt bigging up Mr megahertz
Too many fucking steps
Who put all these fucking steps here
Was it you?
It's still that, Mr mangler
Mr baxter to ban jacksta plans
On man's that lack stamina
The rap rap scallion, Jam Backa champion
I write lines while you're
Sat mash racking 'em
Or standing at the back of 'em
But, I rammed it it's one in one out
One king, one crown, one spliff, one snout
One thick skunk cloud, tough shit pup mouth
'Nuff pills munched down
One big drug binge one shit come down
Some swim some drown, some grin some frown
I'm done sounding dumb
So I run rings around 'em now
Pound for pound I pound 'em down like
I run out of shit to say
Spit gifts like it's chimneys
On Christmas day
Drips of K, sniff 'til the symptoms fade
Shit can change and switch in a single day
Cause this is life mate
Try rave your dumb what
I paint my eyeballs a light shade of fuck off
I crave the high grade skunk crops
And my brain and tongue rock
Sine waves bruv what
This year I'm assimilating biomass
Ride like an iron clad titan
On his final rags
Attack mics with a giant hand
Styled with a cider can
Arrive like a fire-gram burning
That's grimes like a line of
Scag try and wrap shine like a pile of cash
Sterling I'm swiping that
They're the thoughts that you might've had
If you were half as
Tight as Dick Turpin or twice as mashed
You're rap tattered and worn
Like the rags that adorn
Jam Baxter as standard i fractured my jaw
Still raw as the scabs on a cancerous corpse
As a swarm of tarantulas
Hang from my thoughts
The man still crawling with anthems
Full morphing at random, force of the phantom
Haunting your mansions from Crawley to Ackton
From Shoreditch to Camden from
Dalston to Clapton applauding your fraff
And you waffle and you babble
What's popping slobs am I
Bothered what's the hassle?
(Scrape scrape) Scrape the bottom
Of the barrel
I bop blocks sodden in the soggiest apparel
With the Bosh, comma Hieronymus
Bop with a bottle and a
Pocket full of monikers cause from
Eight to dactus to Grimmithy Grams
From Jake to Jam Baxter from
Jimmy to Stan from
Mr sism to the Simian man we're still
Rinsing your rizlas and sniffing your grams
(Surprise surprise)
So, it's that S-M-Bizzalicious
Smoke My Beef 'til it's dripping
In your withered innards
These days I'm the picture of cynicism
Rephrase the heat wave and
The winter blizzard
Keep sane 'cause I live for this lyricism
Understand dunce run it back
If you didn't listen
This year I'm assimilating biomass
Ride like an iron clad titan
On his final rags
Attack mics with a giant hand
Styled with a cider can
Arrive like a fire-gram burning
That's grimes like a line of
Scag try and wrap shine like a pile of cash
Sterling I'm swiping that
They're the thoughts that you might've had
If you were half as
Tight as Dick Turpin or twice as mashed
Jammy Kilowatt bigging up Mr megahertz
Too many fucking steps