★ intro sample ★ Dead Players came to my city and turned all the buildings into a bright green paste
★ Verse 1 - Jam Baxter ★ Had the final slurp of wine, left the shubs forever Seedy cobbled streets were screaming "we were good together" (tough) There's rules to the abyss and I followed 'em to the letter In a sea of gleaming eyeballs that you all mistook for treasure (what you doing man?)
All your issues are incredibly unsubtle Doing surreptitious bumps of that heavily cut shovel (eesh) I stood amazed watching your leathery tongue struggle to speak On my seat feeling my heavenly blood bubble (nang)
Ah yes, the joys of modern living (joy) Slit my ego's throat in a bizarre honour killing (yeah) Happy in your sweaty little microcosm, chilling (sweet) Crawled up to the top but somehow dragged the bottom with him (how'd you do that?)
Bellies swell through the summer snakes teeming in Eden Fair game in the jungle every beast is in season It's getting late and no-one is seeing reason While they drown in stomach acid and admit you're being eaten, yeah
★ Hook - Jam Baxter ★ ❲?❳ sun crawling through the cracks in the ceiling And while the world around us seems it's being sapped of all meaning Just do your thing You felt the rush you got attached to the feeling It took you all a while to realise you were actually dreaming And that's the thing
(Yeah)
★ Verse 2 - Jam Baxter ★ I walked in feeling like a ball of light submerged in honey Followed by a weeping angel and a sack of burning money I must visit the fifth circle of hell, I heard it's sunny (yeah?) They sentenced me to life on earth, I found the verdict funny
All you lot are failing to embrace your nihilism Curled up in the barbed wire of your desired prison Eager to assert that you're some omnipresent being They just found you hiding in a cellar screaming "I have risen"
★ Dabbla ★ Sorry I was late, I've been trapped in a cataclysm Please forgive me and excuse all my erratic mannerisms The whole church sat as they clapped for the baptism As I faked my own death while I exit the coalition
That's an awful lot of chat that's been backed by a poor decision My autism shook all the life out the mortician All four walls and the ceiling and floor spinning Multiple jaws swinging, the royal award-winning ★ Hook - Dabbla ★ If you catch yourself cringing at the walls of the gallery And find that you're clinging to your last shred of your sanity You do your thing
They felt the buzz and cuddled up with it happily Oblivious that it was always gonna strangle them actually That's the thing
★ Verse 3 - Dabbla ★ Missed the soundcheck and the spirits got aggravated As the ticket holders sat in the stalls and they salivated Not a single thing in your status is validated Plus the last remaining audience left were exasperated
Apologies I will try to be more supportive Even though these vain efforts are morbidly unrewarded No point in telling yourself that it's all sorted If it's gonna cost an arm and a leg and a small mortgage
I prerecorded a cackle and played it loudly down the blower At 4am as I laughed about it proudly, then hung up Belled him back to tell him sleep soundly They found him hardly breathing in his 3 litre Audi
Life's a funny old son of a rich Saudi Shouting and screaming, "you better never leave with out me" With a heavy chance of thundering storms and a bit cloudy Comforting, the way it all surrounds me ★ Hook - Jam Baxter ★ ❲?❳ sun crawling through the cracks in the ceiling And while the world around us seems it's being sapped of all meaning Just do your thing
You felt the rush you got attached to the feeling It took you all a while to realise you were actually dreaming And that's the thing
Dead Players - Cherry Turbo {Jam Baxter} Yeah, the blocks burn brighter as the sky's blacker I snuck through border control ? fashion Answering questions from feds and fatigues About my
Dead Players - Gasoline Sazerac {intro sample} Dead Players came to my city and turned all the buildings into a bright green paste {Verse 1 - Jam Baxter} Had the final slurp of wine, left
Dead Players
Dead Players are a trio of musicians comprising of Jam Baxter, Dabbla and Ghosttown. Dabbla and Baxter do the talking and Ghosttown does the sonics. Their debut album ‘Dead Players’, was released in 2013 followed by their game changing sophomore release ‘Freshly Skeletal’ in 2015. Baxter went public way back in 2010 during an interview for some local get up. He proclaimed that the person he would ‘most like to collaborate with’ was Dabbla. Dabbla heard the call-out and the creative cogs started turning. It was never a question of which producer to recruit; Ghosttown had worked with both emcees in the past and filled the boots of someone with a musical vision potent enough to accommodate the demands of the two lyricists. The result? A camaraderie so colourful the UK hip hop scene will celebrate its inception for years to come, but moreover, an outfit that looks set to span a wide spectrum of genres and movements with the music they make.