Dead Players are a trio of musicians comprising of Jam Baxter, Dabbla and G… Read Full Bio ↴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.
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 of LDN Zoo. 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.
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 of LDN Zoo. 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.
Bottle
Dead Players Lyrics
We have lyrics for 'Bottle' by these artists:
Aces Over Kings You've done it one more time Followed through with the clas…
Alex Spencer She's only happy with light in her eyes So when he…
Astrid A new dawn So she says This time A brave face A knock on…
Badshah स्टार्ट ध सेलिब्रेशन है ये ख़ास ओकेशन यारो जहाँ भी जाएँ हम-तु…
Bleecker From the bottom of a bottle of wine I gather my…
Bottle I'ma tell y'all a good ol' story about a friend…
CHARLIE! Sometimes I make choices Sometimes they make me Lonesome dis…
D-84 ਹੋ ਮਾਨ ਨੀ ਕਰਦੇ ਮਾਨ ਨੀ ਕਰਦੇ ਹੋ ਸ਼ੇਰ ਤੇਰਾ ਨੂੰ…
Deep Money ਹੂ ਹੂ ਹੂ ਹੁਰਰ... ਹੂ ਹੂ ਹੂ ਹੁਰਰ... ਡੀਪ ਮਨੀ ਰਫਤਾਰ ਓ ਸਜਦਾ…
Drew & Jako So we're going out tonight What's your vibe? Drink up, find …
Drewmat I can steal you for the night I can see you…
Floater Start my day and hit my head with th edoor. Grab…
Garry Sandhu ਹੋ ਵਿਸਕੀ ਦੇ ਲਾਲ ਲਾਲ ਰੰਗ ਵਰਗੀ ਚੱੜਦੀ ਜਵਾਨੀ ਤੇਰੀ ਭੰਗ…
Geese Ready for a call Blue light in your footprints Walking so…
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson See that black boy over there, runnin' scared His ol'…
Green Apple Quick Step I've got a bottle for you Got a bottle for you Gotta…
H.CaT Better bring another bottle with you baby If you really…
J.Kid With the bottle baby, from the side With the bottle baby,…
LeAnn Rimes My heart is like a bottle with the world inside I…
Loud George Bottle Bottle bottle bottle bottle nicotine Lower lower low…
Lous I was in the club turning up with the dusse That's…
m.o.n.t I'm in love I don't say it enough Ever young Do you get…
Manni Sandhu ਯਾਰਾਂ ਨੇ ਦਾਰੂ ਪੀਣੀ ਹੈ ਮਿੱਤਰਾਂ ਨੇ ਦਾਰੂ ਪੀਣੀ ਹੈ ਯਾਰਾਂ ਨੇ…
Max Bloom This is our last goodbye We had good reasons, good intention…
Meg Lee Chin Now there's only time to drink your last bottle And…
Megan O'Neill If I could save time in a bottle The first thing…
Mr. Lucci & T. Cash Fuck it Ima pop bottle Diamond drippin I'm full throttle Ima…
Not Available Sometimes it seems nothing goes and everything sucks Like …
orange pekoe 砂浜に置いた あの日のbottleが 流れ消えてしまうまで もう少しこのまま 君のことを忘れずにいてもいい？ 気づいたら…
Pale Grey You never give up even if it's hard You still hide…
Rainer Maria Baby, there's the moon. I'll sing it down if you ask…
Redwood I got drunk on a Monday Felt like hell on Tuesday I…
Ricii Lompeurs Grab another bottle of the public top shelf Living, we don't…
Sean Tizzle Sean Tizzle Jersy on this one Olele olele When we up in the…
Slurpymundae Straight through me again My own friends may get hurt And …
Span My candle is 6 feet 1 The flame is kind of…
Talk Down & Fedi تاک داون فدی بابا مایانش چی؟ یه یه یه باتلو خوردی دو باتلو …
Tears for ʇhe Dying I sat there in the forest I slept there in the…
Texture Like Sun BOTTLE – TEXTURE LIKE SUN Based on Old songs old me…
The Doug Anthony Allstars A stinking sun burned me awake, Through the shattered window…
Trent Tomlinson I just cracked the top on some Jim Beam I…
Vaughty I've got a bottle here with me And I ain't putting…
Will Bug I stretch my arms and I feel 'em I flip my…
We have lyrics for these tracks by Dead Players:
Call Us Now Here we are again Sitting in the back seat Racking up, chewi…
Cooked I'm on a wave every night like fuck 'em Two more…
Drenching You wore that cape so the thieves couldn't get at…
Nah Yeah Feeling like a lit vat of gasoline Printed on the centr…
Yeah Ghost town Andale motherfuckers Dabbla Arriba and all them t…
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@ronraymond2794
Jam Baxter]
Oi shh
The largest thing you've ever seen
Multiplied a thousand times
Doubling in size each second of every hour twice
Re-inflated daily by a legion of the deepest lungs
Still couldn't cast a single shadow on what we become
[male voice]
Oi Baxter why you bleeding son?
[Jam Baxter]
I'll tell if I knew myself
Super stealth jets are crashing in my mind the future melts
Pilots parachuting out my teeth and bursting into flames
And landing on a petrol sodden sound scape we bring the pain
What?
Think I'm lying? (No)
Like the carbon copy kittens writtens dripping fraff about the crack they're still supplying
Bruv' I sold drugs for years and I was fucking awful at it
If I still did it, I wouldn't hot it up by talking damage
Damn its late, watch it all evaporate (wooooooh!)
Yam a fake sugar spewing sewer moving rattle snake
The accolades I'm saving for my heads that understand the journey (wooooooh!)
Tryna murk with you were born to get the planet dirty
[CHORUS}
I don't really wanna hear 'em talk now
Cos they don't wanna hear us kick the door down
How much of this bottle should I pour out?
How about all of it? All of it, All of it, All of it
Jammin' in the league with my feet up
And my whole damn teams looking lean up
How much of this scene can we eat up?
How about all of it? All of it, All of it, All of it
[Jam Baxter]
Watch all of it twist like contortionists
Kicking up a fine fuss
Fuck getting caught in this
Next mans web of lies, eight legged lunatics
A couple grubby bars turn pursuers into fugitives
Yeah, and its all clicking into place (wooooooh!)
Winner takes all of it as all of 'em disintegrate
See every single figures faced with us given time and charmer
Amuse the mind and human eyes of your reclining master
[Dabbla]
And I'm the silent partner
The fire starting suicidal martyr
Who'd like to welcome you to my disaster
Just an ordinary man tryna' find the answer
And I can cut you with my hands but the eye's are faster
Nineteen seven thousand feet
Flying charter
Dropping bombs on the dance floor, find your partner
Come we sing a song of bygones, sayonara
And give me something I can vibe on
Like the la-la
[Chorus]
[Dabbla]
They say that imitation is the greatest form of flattery
Love to see you fakers try and copy man exactly
Dabbla keep it running like an every lasting battery
Don't ever try and class me in a category
Or ask me what the matter be
Matter fact its happening, snappily
Welcome to the Dead Players faculty
Never could you tackle me
As for looking at me like you know me
Yer' I owe you something and for looking back at me
The game in the vanacamy
Keep a kitty catting in the cattery
Kill a catalogue cause a catastrophe
In all of your anatomy
Nothing but debauchery and blasphemy
Talking bout it acting all irrationally
How boring can a rapper be?
Actually, Actually factually
I hope your fam are bleeding from the apathy
Needs to be and has to be
For looking manufactured from the factory
I'll slap you and your strawberry daiquiri
More than satisfactory
Naturally epitome of staying real (wooooooh!)
We ain't in the same feel Motherfucker
Everything we touch is getting flame grilled
You ain't even part boiled
Our soil
Snooping on you losers like gargoyles
Run the rally from up in the valley, never shabby
Get the gally we paddy picking to get the tally
Whose ya' daddy kabaddy the cat is out the baggy
We get 'em aggy from Waltham Abbey to Abu Dhabi
[Chorus]
[male voice]
Yo, pass the tramadol, get the fuck out of here will ya
@himpy1925
this beat dropped harder than my selfconfidence during puberty
@halenhernandez5481
Himpy1 I laughed way too hard at this XD ur not alone!
@tga482
This beat is hands down one of the hardest hip hop beats I’ve heard 🔥
@Dankbanana1
That Dabbla verse was crazy sick. Damn!
@ronraymond2794
Jam Baxter]
Oi shh
The largest thing you've ever seen
Multiplied a thousand times
Doubling in size each second of every hour twice
Re-inflated daily by a legion of the deepest lungs
Still couldn't cast a single shadow on what we become
[male voice]
Oi Baxter why you bleeding son?
[Jam Baxter]
I'll tell if I knew myself
Super stealth jets are crashing in my mind the future melts
Pilots parachuting out my teeth and bursting into flames
And landing on a petrol sodden sound scape we bring the pain
What?
Think I'm lying? (No)
Like the carbon copy kittens writtens dripping fraff about the crack they're still supplying
Bruv' I sold drugs for years and I was fucking awful at it
If I still did it, I wouldn't hot it up by talking damage
Damn its late, watch it all evaporate (wooooooh!)
Yam a fake sugar spewing sewer moving rattle snake
The accolades I'm saving for my heads that understand the journey (wooooooh!)
Tryna murk with you were born to get the planet dirty
[CHORUS}
I don't really wanna hear 'em talk now
Cos they don't wanna hear us kick the door down
How much of this bottle should I pour out?
How about all of it? All of it, All of it, All of it
Jammin' in the league with my feet up
And my whole damn teams looking lean up
How much of this scene can we eat up?
How about all of it? All of it, All of it, All of it
[Jam Baxter]
Watch all of it twist like contortionists
Kicking up a fine fuss
Fuck getting caught in this
Next mans web of lies, eight legged lunatics
A couple grubby bars turn pursuers into fugitives
Yeah, and its all clicking into place (wooooooh!)
Winner takes all of it as all of 'em disintegrate
See every single figures faced with us given time and charmer
Amuse the mind and human eyes of your reclining master
[Dabbla]
And I'm the silent partner
The fire starting suicidal martyr
Who'd like to welcome you to my disaster
Just an ordinary man tryna' find the answer
And I can cut you with my hands but the eye's are faster
Nineteen seven thousand feet
Flying charter
Dropping bombs on the dance floor, find your partner
Come we sing a song of bygones, sayonara
And give me something I can vibe on
Like the la-la
[Chorus]
[Dabbla]
They say that imitation is the greatest form of flattery
Love to see you fakers try and copy man exactly
Dabbla keep it running like an every lasting battery
Don't ever try and class me in a category
Or ask me what the matter be
Matter fact its happening, snappily
Welcome to the Dead Players faculty
Never could you tackle me
As for looking at me like you know me
Yer' I owe you something and for looking back at me
The game in the vanacamy
Keep a kitty catting in the cattery
Kill a catalogue cause a catastrophe
In all of your anatomy
Nothing but debauchery and blasphemy
Talking bout it acting all irrationally
How boring can a rapper be?
Actually, Actually factually
I hope your fam are bleeding from the apathy
Needs to be and has to be
For looking manufactured from the factory
I'll slap you and your strawberry daiquiri
More than satisfactory
Naturally epitome of staying real (wooooooh!)
We ain't in the same feel Motherfucker
Everything we touch is getting flame grilled
You ain't even part boiled
Our soil
Snooping on you losers like gargoyles
Run the rally from up in the valley, never shabby
Get the gally we paddy picking to get the tally
Whose ya' daddy kabaddy the cat is out the baggy
We get 'em aggy from Waltham Abbey to Abu Dhabi
[Chorus]
[male voice]
Yo, pass the tramadol, get the fuck out of here will ya
@1Fertig1
These guys don't even know that they're producing my perfect freestyle skiing playlist. Jib a rail to this tune and you'll be happy.
@keolamahelona5401
second the beat kicked in i was like 'damn, this shoulda been on ssx'
@brianm.v.7286
i know i'm late to the party, but DAMN!! third second and i'm bouncing through my livingroom! thrird time listening before i was able to write a comment! i'm loving all of it, all of it, all of it, ALL OF IT!
@trinahowe2596
those slides sound great on a cello
@drekings9017
The cat is out the baggy...Killer beat....