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AJ Tracey

Freestyle Session For Logan Sama

 

Freestyle Session For Logan Sama


You get me, are you mad?
AJ from the Lane
And we're inside, Logan Sama
AJ Tracey, Lil Tracey EP out now, go grab that
You get me, shout out all the mandem on deh so
Big tings are gwan
But we're gonna get into this yeah
Shout out all the mandem, [?]
You get me, yeah yeah
Shout out Dave
What we saying
Yo, listen, look, look

Man's from Grove, you already know
Beg friend who? Kick him in a hole
Bare Nike ticks on the kicks, that shows
She asked who I am but she already knows
Gang only, gangdem, that's bros
Famdem, let's go
"Can I get a verse?" Big fat no
Squad with the smoke, click clack blow
Man chat nuff, go get a job
Girls want cuff, I just want gob
You're a wasteman, you're a big fat slob
Don't have a fit, don't cry, don't sob
Turn up to shows, I'm already drunk
Shelling down grime, I don't do funk
Guys got the shotgun, big like Inch
And the barrel come long like a elephant's trunk
Stepping on checks, stepping onstage
I don't want a beat from them man, that's dead
If it ain't Nyge or Faze then it's Tre
Cuh the beat sound like an amm pack to the head
Backstage entrance, no front door
Got a plus 10 and they've got a plus 4
Don't chase girls, lose one, there's
I said don't chase girls, lose one, there's more
Backstage, couple drinks, I'm loose
All I see is bums and boobs
I'm turnt, step on the stage
Buster cannon, man gon' blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Shutting down shows and I'm bringing in racks
Buster cannon, blow up the room

Look, fam I don't play that
Big M10, man ah spray that
Gripping on a mac in the rain in a rain mac
I do road like a Maybach
I put the dough in the trap then it came back
Talking 'bout couple bandz, when I made that
Jerk man's food, I ain't scared of a payback
Labels want WAV files for the playback
Wait, got the scene locked like a A-Cat
Anything that you want, fam, I'ma take that
Take my man's girl, take that
Tell that girl come back and shake that
I'm swiping my card like Kaiba
Man bag brown like Naila
Got a couple peng tings looking like Kylie
But you could never take man for a Tyga
People think that I name drop
But na fam, I love the mandem, and
I don't spud, I hug the mandem
Tell a peng ting "you ain't above the mandem"
Promoters are vex at me
Solo but aight you know what, bring me Logan, let me get some fresh-listen

Look, drill on a grime beat, grime on a drill beat
Brudda, don't copy my pattern
Grime on a, drill on a
Don't copy my pattern
Grime on a, drill on a
Don't copy my pattern
Listen, you get me, Lil Tracey out now

Look, drill on a grime beat, grime on a drill beat
Brudda, don't copy my pattern
Bulldoze, man ah get flattened, everything patterned
Ching chow shine like Hatton
Woah, but I don't box like Floyd
No, thought he wasn't gonna say
Mmm, one more time, listen, look, look
Drill on a grime beat, grime on a drill beat
Brudda, don't copy my pattern
Bulldoze, man ah get flattened, everything patterned
Ching chow shine like Hatton
Woah, but I don't box like Floyd
Na I wasn't gonna say Hatton
Everybody thinks that they're bad till they're doing up sprints
Tryna run Usain for the cannon
No, I ain't Kodak
But I got a couple dreads from the throwback
That'll run up with a rocket and blow that
Word to Giggs, you'll get banged for the throwback
Look, I come through with an O pack
They're saying "AJ's cold, did you know that?"
Peng brown ting just stepped in the room
And she gave man neck till my eyes start roll back
I said "hold that"
Then I'm off on a jog down the road, akh
Talking 'bout Grove and [?] Road, akh
Talking 'bout somethings in Latimer Road, akh
Used to throw balls with the cats from the snow plaque
Now I do shows
Man just re-up on the bars, let 'em go
Got a whole box for the low, ayy
Got a whole box for the low, yeah
Cranked in 0 for 1 sec then done
Cranked for days, I ain't seen that sun
Put a hand on bro? Then God bless your mum
Cause I swear to God she won't see her son
Skrt the car on main road, best done
If I sku-du-du-du-du-du, man's done
Ask for beef and man might get bun
Can't squash the beef, that's not how this tun
And now 10's on the map
I used to have both in the trap
Tommy and James on my lap
See, money is power like the program
So I had to ghost that pack
Yeah, I was out there doing loads
I was doing loads for the cash, ayy
I was doing loads for the cash
Yeah

W10 2013
We let the... blow, let off the...
Nice in the grime scene, now I'm all comfy
Pray for this yout' cause he thinks he will slump me
Hail Mary, I rain on his dumb cleet
Don't wife,.. she was a dumb beat
You're not Johan, you can't run me
I'm not a hash zoot, no, you can't bun me
Beg you go back home, spitting that wack flow
My flow's kind to the ears, lovely
Got a younger letting off, dumpy
No, you can't move to my girls, you're ugly
You're like Messi, small on the pitch
But I'm heavy like Rooney, you can't budge me
I'm an MC, I can get a hammer
Couple wise words: please don't touch me
You will get left on the floor in your blood, G
Beef on my lone, on my ones like Bugzy
Thought you're a gyalist? Yeah
Them same girls told man where you live, that's clumsy
Beg you run yard, beg you tell Mumzy
Beg you tell Dad, you can get rapped
Couldn't give a fuck what you're benching
Beef, not a fist ting, skinny so skeng ting
I wear Trapstar
Map work, map star
Real recognise real, you're a actor
I've got a couple guys and they wanna catch ya
I like slim tings, I like thick too
I'm from the western, that's what I'm into
My bro gets nicked, I get nicked too
I got my teeth dem shining like an igloo
You see me, rudeboy? I'm a whole next...
Hundred bags tryna chase that figure
Done said that I jumped off of the road ting
But I relapsed cuh the price got thinner
Won't see man in an LV belt
It's a tracksuit ting 'til I make that dinner
Stack [?], that's the life of a winner
Bring me, Logan

I'm a trap star
I do map work, I'm a map star
Real recognise real, you're a actor
I've got a couple guys and they wanna catch ya
I like slim tings, I like thick too
I'm from the western, that's what I'm into
My bro gets nicked, I get nicked too
I got my teeth dem shining like an igloo
You see me, rudeboy? I'm a whole next...
Hundred bags tryna chase that figure
Done said that I jumped off of the road ting
But I relapsed cuh the price got thinner
Won't see man in an LV belt
It's a tracksuit ting 'til I make that dinner
Stack [?], that's the life of a winner
Free my bro doing five as a winger
Soon touch road but for now I'm grinding
So when he lands curb, I can dash man a dinner
Dash a whole Z on a runner, if he runs
I'ma nab that yout' in the back of a ringer
Little blue phone or a old school ringer
Feds think that I am the local sinner
... 'cause I rap, son
Soon find out who's the local singer
And I'm a cool guy, you can ask my mum
But if you violate me
I'll bring a whole next ting to your... drum
Don't spit crud bars if you're soft, that's dumb
G check anyone's dad or son
Last guy chatting like say he was a badman
Got touched up like the local...
Dumb guy should've kept the vocal shut
This next bar's gonna touch man's heart
If you're big man like 30 and you got a yout'
Then stay in your... yard
Stop chatting bare,.. tryna front all hard
Man'll get a one yellow card
Act up again, get a straight red card
Take man straight off the pitch, no bars
Ten toes ting on the curb or cars like
Man'll get their headtop buss if they're cheeky
Don't chat ish about road if you're neeky
Bare death threats but none of them see me
I'll be in the same West 10 if you need me

I let a good girl go cause I
And my lifestyle's too mad to invite her
Badman and
Oi, bring that

Yo, uhh, don't pretend to miss the drop like man
If you see somebody do it, shout "wow, you're a fan"
'Cause I fathered the flow, fathered the slogan
Bare man wanna be a AJ follower
I need workers so it's fine by me
I'll sponsor yout's with a few Nikes
You're my son, running with the style like me

Uhh, Lil Tracey EP out now
Logan in the mix, you get me?
AJ Tracey, Radio 1 right now, we're inside
Listen
Let me get them with their favourite one, listen

Look, I'm Dele Alli on the field without a bali'
I'm shower just like Mali, serving food up in a alley
Chatting 'bout my niggas and figures we could rally
I be banging off the triggers, my... are never pally
I dilly but never dally, I dally but never dilly
Hugging on your gally, she sucking up on my willy
Wifeing had you sad and you brothers already silly
I hit it, she's in a jam, he's like "Hey, [?] "
I'm I'm Dele Alli on the field without a bali'
I'm shower just like Mali, serving food up in a alley
Chatting 'bout my,.. the figures that we could rally
I be banging off the triggers, my... are never pally
I diddy but never dally, I dally but never dilly
Hugging on your girly, she sucking up on my willy
Wifeing had you sad and you brothers already silly
I hit it, she's in a jam, he's like "Hey, [?] "
I'm, white girl, Angelina Jolie
Sitting in the cup, my dawgys blow weed
Start with a Q then dance an Oz
Peng ting off the ish, she... the whole G
White gi talk
Get a box like the pizza man
Bare peng tings said they want a piece of man
And my Af' don said he got deets for man
I'm like yeah, white girl, Carmen Electra
When I reload off of BBC, that's a big boy crop then I get a 1XTRA
9 bars get bucked down if I test her
God forgive me if I bust my 9 bar, that's a little reference to Skepta
Still oh so comfy in my sector
'Cause I still will eat man like Lecter
My eyebrows join in the middle
So like Skepta, nobody wanna trust me
Tell big man please don't judge me
Cuh my lyrical ability's a uffry
I went from sitting on the block
With the fiend shoot up like an inform striker
To having ten missed calls on my Lyca
Climbing this scene like a Everest
Look, I've got things in stuff, stuff in things
Boy, don't get yourself chinned
I'm out with the gang, straight cabs, no doubt for a man cuh my [?]
Couple man say that I'm soft
True I'm lightskinned, that's a mock but my opp's fully booked
The same thing you boys better call
Big man, don't be a fool
Get caught on your top, right
I've got things in stuff, stuff in things
Boy, don't get yourself chinned
I'm out with the gang, straight cabs, no doubt for a man cuh my [?]
Couple man say that I'm soft
True I'm lightskinned, that's a mock but my opp's fully booked
The same thing you boys better call
Big man, don't be a fool
Get caught on your top, right
Bins through my, locked up on the wings
I'm playing Section in the bando or I'm playing Mist in the dings
Them boy wanna catch me pon sin
Them boys there all talk too thin
Said, them boys there all talk too thin
No backbone, got no wave, can't swim
On my jack jones, if I get caught, I'll swing
My whole team in black cah we're anti
Your whole team tryna sing like Selena
I got a brown-skin push-up Latina
Still beat it up, still bang on the FIFA
Ay, and I diddy bop but I'm not from shy

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