AJ Tracey

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Yo, glacial flows on the mic, that's who
Can't get spun on a set, that's us
Try act bad when the gang come through
Anyone left in our way get brushed

Scared for your life in the streets, that's you, you
Pain on the mic, that's us, us
War when the gang come through, through
Stand in the way, get brushed, brushed

Air Force 1s and they're white, man step
Anyone step on the set get stepped

Presh when I touch mic, foot pon neck
Step on the stage show, step on the deck
AJ, I'm a darg but a lyrical vet
Can't book big man for a minimal cheque

Shelled down Tokyo, shelled down France
Dem man ain't shelled Liverpool yet
I'm ahead of my time, yeah, I make beats now
No sidechain on the riddim, I shine

Studio hype's all cool, that's fine
Real life, catch bine and you'll flatline
New yat black Thai with a backside
Man can't chat mine, I'm a plaque guy

Just called Zuu like bro, I need a TV show
With a co-host and a catch line
Funny business, nah, that ain't been a factor
But from my little comedy, I got a BAFTA
I'm always buildin', I've never been a builder
Still I am a big contractor

If you want me to sign, I need multiple zeros
In grime, I had multiple heroes
But when I passed them, I realised that they're all weirdos
Spittin' in white girls' earholes

Uh, that's sad for your crew
MTP to the world and back, it's the truth
Had to secure the bag and then get back in the booth
Now it's B-I-B-I, back to the Zuu

Back to the hunger, back to the roots
If I run up on a yute, then that's actually news
That's why I gotta hold it down
Like P-O-P, I'm legally blind to abuse

Glacial flows on the mic, that's who
Can't get spun on a set, that's us

Try act bad when the gang come through
Anyone left in our way get brushed
Scared for your life in the streets, that's you, you
Pain on the mic, that's us, us

War when the gang come through, through
Stand in the way, get brushed, brushed
My bruddas good, I could never envy yours
I don't do no online verbs
Man's really outside tryna empty 4s
Contemporary thoughts

Headshot, bang, tryna leave him with an empty corpse
Bro's really online, tryna cop him a MP5
Slide there and make an MP4
Send man to the sky like vamonos

You don't wanna see me in the ride with Frost
That's dots at your door like Domino's
I don't wanna hear another MC send when bro had man speakin' monotone
Stutterin', shakin', you don't wanna see me outside with a mask like Kakashi sensei

I'll crack man's face like Obito
Can't hear pain on the mic like Ets

Come right back, man fuck up the sets
Man for the flows, man cashed in cheques
Legendary guy, come through, I flex
All of this started from a 5p text

Man done shows on boats and jets
MTP, that's a worldwide flex
Shut down shows, give me that bread
E-T-S, man, I lock off the dance

Woosh specialist from Russia to France
Smoke man down, nah, I won't give a chance
Reload the rave in a soldier's stance
Glacial bars leave gyal in a trance

Flow's unmatched, I am top class
Mudryk ting when I fling that pass
E-T-S, man, I lock off the dance
I'm from South, but I'm loved in West, West
My Team Paid, I'm blessed
Been in the gym, put a one-er on the chest press

Roll to the set, no vest
Don't sleep, man, I'm comin' for the next cheque
Ain't touched grime in a sec
Bitch bad, got my hand up on her left breast

She wanna spend time with her friend
Time in the ends, bro done time in the pen
Beg you don't talk about timin' again
Man's back now, back now, firin' again

They don't want war, no time for a send
They don't want war, no time for a clash
Time for the cash, just about time for the nyash
Sit back, roll one, got a lime with the hash

You don't wanna get hit in your pie with the mash
Glacial flows on the mic, that's who

Can't get spun on a set, that's us
Try act bad when the gang come through
Anyone left in our way get brushed
Scared for your life in the streets, that's you, you

Pain on the mic, that's us, us
War when the gang come through, through
Stand in the way, get brushed, brushed
Rest in peace Esco, man
Long live grime
MTP to the world and back, bap