Forests split in two by asphalt musings

Fog hovers lost over what remains

In-between weather stained branches and berry chains dancing

magpies navigate routes to the treasure trove.

Three pillars fortified fly posted luminous

shopping arcades and chemical silos

Cobel freight ferries docked on the muddy banks of this fair city lost

Flashbacks to Brands Hatch - lines of the railroad rust under the belly of this generation

Cancerous lungs in these petri dish ponds

White albums white wash the hillsides with ivory key conversations

Everywhere around us - down roman roads and up castle hills.



Pythagorus' blues.

Moments in time pass over sections of life
die-cast patterns repeated ...
Infinite angles of brick built steel worked labour day labyrinths bulge among the city limits

Irises widen to soak up the sunshine
Particles gridlock the systems to mush

The only movements I can see aside from shifting ultraviolet beams are invisible...
Winter leaves Autumn leaves frostbitten fossils of forgotten seasons.

This day is everything for every other is lost.


Peppermince Remix

If you dont know about Leafy you're slipping. The man is part of the 3 amigos and the supercrew RLD comprising of BaxterBoshKeyLeafAssaMrDickKidGeniusBvaMC. As well as spitting the type of bars that make your neck do weird things you never thought it could, he makes BEATS. Here's a remix of an unreleased Contact Play track which we called Peppermince. The bars must be about four years old now but still, LeafStar put a nex spin on it so I thought i'd put it up despite the fact my 19 year old voice makes me cringe. Bigtings coming soon from Leafy both as a producer and a ragsone spitter. REAL LIFE DRAMA!!

The Garbled Consequences of Boredom

A frosty morning in the smog drenched capital rears its frozen head. The cogs of society loom over the jaded populus, ominously turning, slowly, but with an unmatched resolve. The jet black tarmac groans under the weight of its metallic masters. The gnarled feet of repression dance on the grey clouds. The starlings and magpies swoop gracefully past the spotless windows of rusty cages, unaware, bathing in the long forgotten juices of untainted freedom, unaware.

The most powerful man in a one metre radius, Jaques Crampgut, sits at a government sponsored desk, wondering if anyone will notice if he uses the office scissors to trim his overgrown fingernails. They probably will, but he does it anyway. Bespectacled line manager Lea Sookhoo sits hunched over his Dell flatscreen, picking at the pixels like discarded pennies on a dusty backstreet. He, like many others, is under the naive impression that Jaques is entering NHSP results from the morning clinic at HR00 onto eSP while clearing the transfer list and updating the NHSSAS, but in the cold unforgiving light of reality, he is writing gully bars to a brand new Naive beat that would blow your nose off if you only had the guts to look it dead in the face.

Rinseout Friday, a snotty soldier on a grassy hillside in 1604 AD, just waiting for the order to charge, fingers twitching, wrapped around a gleaming blade.

Coming soon.

How gay was that?

Its quarter past twelve anyway, time for a grette break, fuck you motherfuckers.


My Mate, Mr. Key Is Better Than You...

Contact Play - Contact Play (Shankles Remix)

MY LORD. Shankles on the remix. BRAP.


In The Night Garden

It is fair to say that each and every mans concerned has displayed a thorough lack of plant fertilizatoryismicalisms on this very blog of late. Mans need to start putting the plant fertilizer back in the field of dreams...


Updates from my end of the jessop jessop jessop jessop are as follows...

Scissortongue just received a zip from a certain Sci-Fi Stu (one of Scotland's finest) full of beats that do not need any fertilization aside from the vocal-bar-riddled-punchlines-about-lesbian-seagulls-and-ting-vibe...

Stu has a mixtape in the pipeline, I have already heard the first single ft. Vast Aire to name but one of the pattang-yang-kipper-nang artists featuring so waddayasay?

Fancy a bite of my toffee apple? nar? Well at least listen to some beats and write a 16 each piss cunts.

o u t t a h e r e - mans has got online cardigan shopping to get involved in.

The All New SMBTV: Episode One

Shouts to Dudley

This Blog Is Not Dead. We Can Sort It.

Smoke My Blog...

Had it have been created by a tech savvy squad of highly motivated self-starters, SMBlog (as it will be referred to, henceforth) would now be flourishing in the internet's very own garden of eden. Hits is what a blog needs to photosynthesise, and we must drench its roots in brand new posts to feed it.

However, SMBlog was not grown in the correct manner. SMBlog has become an unwanted and unloved weed. Neglected by it's cruel and horticulturaly-challanged masters. I reckon we all need to get on the 15.21 SMBlog train to a town called 'Rinse'.

I say no more.

Are you a man or a mincer? Come we do this.

"Sort it or abort it" - Malcom Tucker


DJ Sugai - Allow Em

For the mix click here:

DJ Sugai - Allow Em

New mixtape filled with hate, including our own SMB boys. Holla

Get it HERE: (just type 4 letters in top right corner)


Looky look what we got here...

This man is our SMB accounts manager - pay us.


someone put some jokes freestyles on here!! i dont know how.


How Can Guys Go Napa And Not Bang?

Sunglasses... But are you gonna bang doe?


Contact Play - Champion Fraff. OUT SOON.

It's been a long time coming people... The debut album is going to be ready to buy buy buy as of the 8th August 2009. It should be all over iTunes and available direct from (youdun'know) the myspace (forwardslash) via PayPal.
You could of course roll up on us and fling us some pounds and we'll sort you one.


Suspect Packages. Unstoppable Force.

Your favorite bastards, Contact Play feature on this Months Suspect Packages Radio Show. Do Your Thing...

Suspect Packages Radio Show - August '09


F I N I S H H I M . . .


I know that it is a small picture....


but look at the joy that rap rap rapping brings to dirty james.


Remember this shit?



Word on the main lines is WordPlay is dropping in a few weeks and is ram sacked, car jaked and bolt cutted with 95% of the finest unseen british steel by many a skallywag from the United Kingdom. So you best go check that shit, don't sleep, or they might just paint ya misses and run a train on her ass...


Squeeth! Singular minion pon horizon

Crawling from the compost, Jaques Crampgut surveyed the scene.
‘The fax machine is still intact, thank fuck’ he thought.
He wanted to go left, however his guts had a wildly conflicting plan,
involving a cheesegrater and a couple of sharp yet withered sticks.
Agreeing to disagree, the troubled pair spudded one another and went separate ways,
loosely arranging to meet one another at Dixies Fried Chicken and Pizza at twenty past eight.
Jaques gave his gut a helpful kick towards the rubber buckets and sharp implements it so craved,
and strode on, gutless, towards the sea.

The album is curdling neatly in pressing plant near you and will be smouldering in your tawdry arms come July. Feed with gravel three times a day and it will shit you brilliance, i shit you not


The 80s Soul Party Mix

Right. If you're into your 80's Soul, then you're in for a treat. Them Ballad Crooks have knocked up a nice little hour long set of the finest. Download this thing.

Ballad Crooks Present: The 80's Soul Party

If for some reason you aren't into 80's Soul. Go here.


'They call me Sanchez...'

Gristle Vol. 3

Sorry Baxter but 'tunes that will probably never come out on anything proper or were left half finished' is a bit long. So I hereby name all the unused offcuts and random chewy bits - 'Gristle'.

With the economy as it is I figure it only right that I remind you of those days before the recession. Me and Key get sub-prime on one of Stan Dudley's toxic assets.

Contact Play - Richie Rich


Tunes that will probably never come out on anything proper or were left half finished vol.2:

This tune isn't going to be on my album and i recorded it time ago now so if anyone wants it they can fakkinavvitt..

Jam Baxter - Grenadier

Produced by Cire AKA Shankles

Check Cires myspace for some next levelness, seriously. 'Take Over' is the first thing ive heard from him since he moved to Australia and it is huge. Click on his name up there...

Safe, album out soon blah blah blah


New Mix by DJ Sugai - "Its A Love Thing" first post on the SmokeMyBlog!

So here it is, new mixtape by me "Its A Love Thing". Not ur standard emo-hop here, takin it back to the pure classic love bangers. peep it. just type in the 4 letter security code on the top right once u follow the link:



So here it is. The official video for Juicing. A high budget summer blockbuster, no expense spared. Champion Fraff coming soon.


More Moistism

Safe, I realise that the link for Crush In The Morning doesnt work anymore so I uploaded it again and this link works now.

Moist Velvet - Crush In The Morning

Fuck Pimms this summer, its all about K Cider. There is no better accompaniment to a K Cider than Moist Velvet's 'K Cider'. This tune has already made my summer 15% better. Biggup Kerem, hopefully he doesnt mind.

Moist Velvet - K Cider



For all you motherfuckers that fancy an alternative to the standard strawberry crusties and vegans, shake your funky arses down to the trendy sides of the big old east end. SMB's Mr SORN will be representing bringing you some perverted eye styles, get down and throw rocks at him.
Warehouse afterparty looks banging yo, don't sleep..

< click flyer for big things

The full event is now running from 10AM til 4AM in two locations.
10AM - 5PM • Daytime Graffiti Jam open to all ages - with mobile sound system - free - Summertime vibe!
5PM - 4AM • Afterparty Festival Style - fully painted warehouse - BBQ, Bar, Beats and Pieces

Pama International / No1 Station / Lazy Habits / Phuturesonic / Live

Rodney P & Skitz / Goldielocks / JFB (DMC 2007) / Danny Breaks / Reeps1 / John Hendicott / Disraeli / Captain Crunch
Master of Ceremonies - CHU-I

End of the Line is proud to host the London Meeting of Styles, showcasing the best of freehand Graffiti that the UK has to offer. We have invited a selection of the strongest painters from across the globe to collaborate with the Best of British in a live painting exhibition of epic proportions.

From 10AM-5PM artists will be painting on hoarding and walls on Bacon & Sclater Street, at the beigel end of Brick lane.

Then in the early evening the venue for the festival-style afterparty with live painting, music, food and drink will be a vast warehouse in the heart of Shoreditch, freshly painted for the event and a short walk from Brick Lane.

Ska, Hip Hop, DubStep, Roots, Beats and Pieces.

The event is brought to you by EndoftheLine in partnership with Nizim and festival favourites Chai Wallahs will be providing refreshments.

Facebook event page is:

Blog for the event:

Tickets the gigantic ticket link is:

FLICKR - images of Endoftheline

Day time Open air graffiti jam
10-5pm on the 6th - mobile sound system, paint and beats / sclater, cygnet
and bacon street map:

Warehouse Afterparty 5PM to 4AM map:


Revenge of the Robots...

Out of the park.... blaooooooow

Excuse me - was you saying something?

Partly inspired by a previous baxterous post I thought that this would be of interest...

Will Oldham and Zach Galifianakis endeavor to make farming gangster. I don't know about yous lot but I rate spitting bars right up in a cows grill gangster as fuck.

Is it me, or was that a whole load of fuss about nothing?

Kid genius himself giving you the truth, its ok, you can unlock your doors. Kid G isnt all health advice and concerned citizen, he can out rhyme your grandma any day of of the week. (that was meant to be a biggup but didnt work in the way i intended) check him out on

Tunes that will probably never come out on anything proper or were left half finished vol.1:

Artem The super trooper the UKrainian masterpiece that he is has rescued my old hard drive from the edge of oblivion and i have my old mixdowns folder back. So im flinging out some shit that you might as well have. bump it if neccessary. Its peppermince people! old bars, jimmy whagwan on the buttons SMB yaheard?

Contact Play - Peppermince


We swore that this shit would never get out.

This video epitmoses two things...

1 - Terrible emceeing - and -

2 - Ultimate aggs uncontrollableness.

Trevor Nelson isn't ready.

Peep the costune changes - an essential part of covering up the fact that ones bars are poopendecker.


Contact Play at Rhythm Factory 26th May

Rhythm Factory next tuesday, it finishes by 11:30 so all my 9 to 5 crew have no excuse, im gonna be dragging myself into "the fucking office" on wednesday too. Me Dike Key and Bosh are all reaching. Come have joke.


SMBTV Volume 1 featuring Jay Madden TT

Yeah! After about 50 failed attempts to do SMBTV volume one on Bosh's crisp flipcam, I decided to upload the 51st failed attempt to record SMBTV volume one on Bosh's crisp flipcam. Cos I figure we'll keep failing, like the failures we are, there would be more bars but Kulez waded in on Kulez time. Theres bare more footage from the night, but I cant post it until I work out how to edit out the bit where I said something controversial. It cant be too hard. Anyway, Jay Madden is heavy, you can download his free pre album by clicking here.

Come see us play at the Rhythm Factory in Aldgate next tuesday the 26th of May with The IRS, Rhyme Asylum and Baron Samedi. I'll post the flyer up soonly. Brap zoop etc.


Moist Velvet - Crush in the Morning

Kerem would be a tiny bit brewing if he knew I posted this, but its too rinsing. Moist Velvet is a one man four man 80s Soul outfit spearheaded by the smoothest man in PG, Kerem Fraiche. Instead of posting all the tunes like I want to, im just gonna post one, Crush in the Morning. He might wanna crush in the morning.

Moist Velvet - Crush in the Morning

Get Involved!

Oh yeah SMB are playing at Secret Garden Party so if you're not reaching then please reach.


Semi-Dead Man On Live Chirpse.


A lot to learn.

I think it is important to embrace variety in life. If you don't rate twiglets (for example) it is still worth trying one say every 5 years because you might change your fucking mind about them. I rated wagon wheels as disgraceful for much of my childhood, but after nicking and devouring an entire 12 pack from Ry-dem's kitchen cupboard the other day before 5-a-side, I discovered that they were actually the gullyest snack on the market.

All I am saying is this breh has got it locked in a million ways; wardrobe, instrument usage, language selection. Start taking notes as soon as you hit play on the video.



On The Count Of Three...

Right so lets get this strait... Some dickhead with a massive crew, dressed in riot gear with dogs decide to rough up a geezer on his way home as a result he dies from a heart attack. Unfortunately for the dickhead in particular, someone was filming him. Now, if I was on road with a baton, CS gas, a shield and a few thousand bredrins and I killed someone AND someone was filming me, I'd be wearing bracelets. It's funny how police are always getting found innocent.


Holby Hawaii

I’ve recently hung up my narcotic shoes for a brief stint of studious sobriety. Anyone who’s booted the beast will know that one of the more decent aspects of the process is a return to the dreams. The past few nights have been littered with oddities of all shapes and sizes. Unlike numptys, I don’t claim to have gained any real insight or anything like that, but it has been pretty entertaining...

Holby City Hawaii: medical emergency’s and interpersonal dramas play themselves out against a backdrop of sun, sea, sand and big bronze tits. In what is apparently the latest in a series of increasingly complex stunts designed to win the approval of colleagues and superiors, up and coming medical maverick Lee Jason (me?) has attached the perfectly preserved corpse of Christopher Wallace to a large parachute. The parachute, painted with an exact match of the Hawaii sky, is anchored to a large rectangularl box, which has itself been decorated with a skillfully executed photorealist sandy beach design. With the help of two faceless (literally) friends, Lee has managed to suspend Christopher over the sea in such a way that he appears to float unaided above the water. Lee Jason expects that the sight of Mr Smalls levitating mysteriously above paradise will provoke such a sense of wonder in hospital employees that his bosses will have no choice but to promote him to a more superior position, much to the chagrin of his competitors.

The operation, which involves much heaving and hoing, leaves Lee and his accomplices in a tired but triumphant state. Sitting on the beach at sun rise, watching the corpse bob gently in the wind they begin to reminisce. Faceless friend A, who knew Christopher personally, launches into an account of an incident he witnessed some years prior. On a daredevil hovercraft expedition into the alligator infested Florida keys, Faceless A, Christopher and the captain; Florida’s spackout answer to Michael Knight, collided with a felled tree, which, positioned at a roughly 45 degree angle, acted as a giant natural ramp. Traveling at a breakneck speed, the hovercraft was launched high into the air, throwing the captain and Faceless A clear of the vehicle and clean into the water below. Christopher, made of somewhat stronger stuff managed to cling to the tail end and pull himself back onto the platform of the unmanned craft, which had continued at full speed, untroubled by the collision. He proceeded to bring the hovercraft under control, using nothing but his gift for tongues and ways with words. This was an impressive feat, given that he was dealing with an extremely insubordinate kit style futureboat which was initially unresponsive to his demands. Faceless A refrained to explain either how he survived the ordeal or how he came to be working in Holby Hawaii, apparently these are unimportant details. He did however tell his freinds the following; it is a little known fact that despite achieving massive success in the 'rap game', Christopher Wallace remained unfulfilled at the time of his death. His real ambition, to conquer the sky's and the seas, had taken a backseat to the destructive feud which many claim resulted in his brutal murder. Watching his lifeless cadaver hang above the sea, Faceless A couldn’t help but feel that the mornings endeavors had been the only proper thing to do, in keeping with the dying wishes of a complicated, contradictory and sensetive soul.

This tale took a while to recount and by the time Faceless had finished, the sun was shining brightly over the beach, and the hospital employees were arriving to work. Confronted with the majestic spectacle they reacted, but not quite as Lee Jason had hoped. One senior and influential doctor remarked to another, ‘I cant believe he got Mike Tyson’....

..... At which point I woke up. Needless to say this dream was a comprehensive crackout. I can only hope for many more like it in the sober work based days to come. Stay tuned goons.

PLEASE NOTE: Mister Key AKA MC Luke Freedman posted this, not me, as the Baxto underneath it would have you believe....


Buy another one you rich motherfucker...


A Distinguished Panel Of Experts Present...

its jokes what you can get away with for an A level media project. Origingal tune is Dont Do Drugs by Dangermouse and Jemini, we almost got kicked off the whole course over this shit, brappage