Dirty Dike – Whoops Feat. Jam Baxter & Rag'n'Bone Man (OFFICIAL VIDEO) (Prod. Chemo)

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High Focus Records are proud to present the official video for Dirty Dike’s ‘Whoops’ Featuring Jam Baxter & Rag’n’Bone Man (Produced by Chemo) – Lifted from Dirty Dike’s brand new album ‘Acrylic Snail’ available on CD/LP/Tape & all digital/streaming platforms.

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  1. so glad i'm a european, hip hop lives well here! usa ruined hip hop, some cats are holding it down, but hey, it's all rainbows and purp and pure garbage, so why do we care when we got High Focus?!
    love from Norway dudes, hope to see u in Scandalnavia one time!

  2. I dont know how many of you understand the instrumental, BUT GOD FUCKING DAAAAAAMN. That J8 is such a monster. I believe Chemo can give Pete Cannon a run for his money.

  3. Dirty dike keeps stretching his level ever since I've starting listening too him He only gets better n better never heard dikes skill go backwards dudes insane these days holy fuck

    And rag n bone man spits fucking blazing fire he needs too rap more holy fuck he's a fucking rhyming god when he does

  4. [Intro: Dirty Dike]
    Riding about on my fucking tricycle
    Sixteen ice creams in my pocket
    Ain't no thing you can do to stop me borrowing a quid off your dad

    [Verse 1: Dirty Dike]
    I don't give a flying fuck if you're a violent cunt
    I been climbing up these pylons pissed and writing love
    I been CS gassed in sheds in front of Simon's mum
    Life is fun, I've never felt the need to cry or buy a gun
    Most of the time I'm just here for the rinse
    All the beer that I've drank
    Still feels weird when I think
    Will kill fear with a blink
    Still chill here with a grin like
    Open mouth full of duck skin
    Rolling round in my love pit
    With my fuck pig
    Deep breath on my trumpet
    Got Keith Wet on my drum kit
    Dumb shit
    It doesn't make sense
    What does, bitch?
    I sold drugs in clubs, got busted
    And now I know a place never gonna trust him
    But you love him
    Same time, you say fuck him, he's disgusting
    Last man ever put your trust in
    There ain't a feminist that ain't discussed him
    Like, whoopsie, daisy who
    I don't really wanna get blazed with you
    I been blazing away since the 90s
    And I got a bit of passive in the 80s too
    I got one fake job and the paper chute
    I make tunes on the MP baby proof
    I got a wonky eye and a lazy tooth
    I went YOI but I made it through

    [Verse 2: Jam Baxter]
    Yeah
    Feeling like a welfare-fat child glued to a nuclear warhead, soaring
    Warm endorphins spewed from a hole in the forehead soaking the world I walk in
    Yep, sellin em a dream
    Never gonna burn out, never gonna bleed
    We all just hit a new level of malevolence
    Neck a little medicine, wrestle the machine
    I was in a whirlpool reproducing
    Find your girl by the speaker, puking
    In the back room, lashed where the beats are moving
    It's 11am with my Fenibut
    Up late, sunrise crew
    If you relate, we're scum like you
    Yeah
    I view the events of the day as a series of sumptuous slugs I chew
    So, good luck with your empire cuz
    I live my life like a exile does
    Sleeping around, got my ex riled up
    I just sat there watching the debt pile up
    You couldn't be less like us
    I couldn't be more like me
    Can't enter my future, you weren't on the list
    These newborn pawns ain't brought ID
    Imma get waste spend all my p
    Your blurred out faces are all I see
    Sure my G, you keep talking
    Just how boring can your life be?
    That's me, the elegant stranger
    Wrapped in an illusion of megalomania
    I turned up drunk and resented your friends with the trembling fresh severed head of a traitor

    [Verse 3: Rag'n'Bone Man]
    Fuck your friends, I ain't getting the drinks in
    I won't settle the beer and I won't fill up a clear
    Oh you ain't having your fill at 8, din-dins
    I don't lip sync, I don't mime
    I will fill up a dance cos I put in the graft
    No you ain't having half, it's all mine
    Who's watching?
    When I pull up a chair, put two in the air, it's all slime
    I go to bed with a tool
    Cos I ain't been the same since I took garies at school
    So who's betting on the fat kid, with the devil in his eyes and a matchstick
    Every ting bless to the quiet kids, cos you can't call dribbling a tactic
    So go get your lads, prick
    I been saving this rage for a rainy day
    Clouds gone greyer than an ash tip
    So let's bury these twats quick
    All this waffling, gassing and hollering won't do shit like a cocked spliff
    On the cold shit, you see that breh with his teeth out, just poke it
    Everyone's up to their old tricks, like no shit
    Praying that I don't see the same old cunts when I'm walking around in my old bits
    I take my tea, that golden brown
    Hold it up, I don't hold it down
    I been patiently waiting on your demise so when the goon squad rise I'll take the crown
    Ain't a crown, you kissed the rein
    Shut the cake hole, oh, hail the king
    You've been around these cunts so long, set fire to the trees and the woods you're in
    Woods you're in, woods you're in
    You've been around these cunts so long, set fire to the trees and the woods you're in

  5. I really wasn’t ready for this. Blame you dike you’re a genius. Baxter upholding his owns standards .. to the point that amazing shit sound normal cos it’s him spitting it ! Wish he’d spit a shit verse every now and again !

  6. Really glad I found your music, thanks to Ocean Wisdom. Shouts out to real emcees still killin it out here!!! Much love from Canada, Alberta!

  7. English is not my native language. I'm pretty fluent but fuck, I had to google JB's verse.

    Feeling like a welfare-fat child glued to a nuclear warhead, soaring
    Warm endorphins spewed from a hole in the forehead soaking the world I walk in

    Ok dude, ok …

  8. Damn, this track is bonkers! really good and nice to see Rag'n'bone back to rapping.. Unfortunately it's not this colab playing on the radio's but the one with that gimpy UK techno Producer, y'all know the one..

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