Freestyle Session for Logan Sama

[Intro]

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, MTP MTM YGG

You get me, yeah yeah

Shout out Dave

What we saying?

Yo, listen, look, look

[Verse 1]

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 'nough, 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

Cah 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

[Verse 2]

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 bands, 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 something fresh in-listen

[Interlude]

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

[Verse 3 over "This Ain't a Game" by Sir Spyro]

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

Grime on a drill beat, drill on a grime 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 'til they're doing up sprints

Tryna run Usain from 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 a 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 Golborne Road, akh

Talking 'bout somethings in Latimer Road, akh

Used to throw balls to the cats from the snow pack

Now I do shows

Man just re-up on my 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

Skrr 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 tu'n

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 whack 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 wrapped

Couldn't give a uff 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 a igloo

You see me rudeboy, I'm a whole next nigga

Hundred bags, tryna chase that figure

Done said that I jumped off of the road ting

But I relapsed cah the price got thinner

Won't see man in an LV belt

It's a tracksuit ting 'til I make that dinner

Stack that brass, 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 a igloo

You see me rudeboy, I'm a whole next nigga

Hundred bags, tryna earn that figure

Done said that I jumped off of the road ting

But I relapsed cah the price got thinner

Won't see man in an LV belt

It's a tracksuit ting 'til I make that dinner

Stack that brass, 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 dinger

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 rasclart 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 slut

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 bloodclart 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

[Over "Razac" by Splurt Diablo]

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 niggas 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 her jammies, I hit it, I wear a jimmy

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 niggas, the figures that we could rally

I be banging off the triggers, my niggas 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 her jammies, I hit it, I wear a jimmy

I'm, white girl, Angelina Jolie

Sitting in the cut, my dawgys blow weed

Start with a Q then dance an Oz

Peng ting off the ish, she sniffed the whole G

White gi- talk-

Get a box like the pizza man

Bare pengtings 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

Cah 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 chinged

I'm out with the gang, straight cabs

No doubt for a man cah my akh's gonna let a shell fling

Couple man say that I'm soft

True I'm lightskinned, that's a mock but my opp's prolly thought

The same thing you boys better call

Big man, don't be a fool

Get corn on your top, right

I've got things in stuff, stuff in things

Boy, don't get yourself chinged

I'm out with the gang, straight cabs

No doubt for a man cah my akh's gonna let a shell fling

Couple man say that I'm soft

True I'm lightskinned, that's a mock but my opp's prolly thought

The same thing you boys better call

Big man, don't be a fool

Get corn on your top, right

Bins, free 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

I milly rock at like half past 9

I'm on my strip, I ain't seen these guys

They say I'm opp cause I love my ends

I rep the West and I got 'nough friends

I'm a big man but you chat like Hens

'Brrrr, Brrrr', I duck the plug and duck both M M's

Ting on my wrist, it look like Ben 10

Got a yatty on my .. from next ends

Bring me Logan

In the mix

Oi and it's Radio 1 with Logan Sama, are you nuts?

Lil Tracey EP out now go grab that

Yo, look look

I abide by the G code

In the trap, no thieves, no teevo

Got bitches and midgets just like Steve-O

I don't want .. or .. I want kilos

Man better watch for the carti's

Trap mash, had to skip couple parties

I've done road just me and my dargies

I've done map just me and my 'raches

And dem boy dere way too chatty

And my boys dere way too skatty

Dat boy chat wild and aggy

Until he got himself bunned like a patty

I saw him in the midfield like Veratti

I pulled up and I jumped out the cabby

I had to put a .. on his batty

He weren't man [?] chat like a yatty

Yeah, now I get a bag for a booking

My young G got bagged for a jooking

Said his big bro's out here cooking

Brudda brudda cut and man ah gotta keep looking

In the dance with the peng, you can smell me

And a peng white ting looking healthy

All my gunners in the back like Koscielny

And if you need it in the West, you can bell me

'Cause my G's do works, not rap

They draw man down with the mash

Pengting like a app got tap, big back

Throw it back, double clap that fat

Look, mixed race but the Jake's have lacked

Dasheen, them boys just dash

Oi, let me get them with them new ones, listen

Yo, I don't follow back chicks, I'm a leader

AJ from the Lane's never been a follower

Young tekky and I'm on the field, Onomah

And I'm gonna break through the scene, Oduwa

Pengtings I don't wanna save, Hugo

I'm pouring out Champs, Nuvo

I can't spit bars 'bout something I don't do

But that's your style there and I sure ain't you though

I'm me though, holding it down like Dyre or Moussa, strong like a kilo

I was getting love like way before Bebo

And I'm not a normal dude just like Riko

Like Posty, in grime, I'm the boss

I'ma cop mum a house, give a uff what it cost

If you ain't chatting bout P's, you're lost

You don't speak my language, something like Pocc

I'm something like, I'm something like Christian

I used to finesse the balls like all day

Call for a ball then truss your garn pay

Give them 1 point 2's to uff what man say

1 point .. give uff what man say

Now I'm doing shows to uff with mans pay

If I catch you on the pave and you're chatting bout me

Real spray, no lay, I'll uff with mans day

I'm on the field no balli'

Shower, mali

Drugs, alley

But now it's mics not drugs I carry

No Vorm ting, bad vibes I'll parry

AJ never can took for a Barry or Phil Jones

Man a on .. like Harry

Man a young gun come with a one furnace

And put a strap across your chest like a Spurs kit

Yeah I got more money 'cause I earned it

Hard work fam, no I never shot Bale

Man said war dubs, man ah got mail

And them old bruddas on them sides, yeah, them got stale

Man's gonna see deep blue like a whale

When my 3 2 lick off your head well

16 lick off your head back clean

Yeah he's young in the scene like a Bellereen

Who fam? I meant like a Bellerin

Like Rashford, man a young but I get it in

See money that you make, there's no better thing

Grind fast but you bruddas slow just like you're ..

You bruddas slow, can't keep up

Letting in goals, no keeper

Out here tryna stack coins, FIFA

My bruddas let the strap rass like it's reefa

I'll, turn man pac for the back chat normal

Nike Air 1's on a date or a meeting

Black Air 1's for the beef, that's formal

White Air 1's when the weather ain't awful

Went past days where my belly would grumble

Speak up if you want a war, lets rumble

Tried to .. uhm

But big up Mrs. Motton, Mrs. Kahn, they were humble

I got a text saying that my opps local

Should I stay calm? I got a buzz like bumble

I could get Lebanese food from my Auntie

Or I could go and get the .45 from my Uncle

Free daddy soon home, madness

Tr.. uh uhhh

I'm just tryna put West 10 on the atlas

I don't wanna chill around pricks like a cactus

I've been around cats like a crazy lady

The way I spin shows man, it's crazy baby

Got a big flow, used to make food dance like Cisco

Call, be right there, Diplo

Fiends saying 'Where are you now?' like Diplo

When they see us man they tip-toe

But they talk online like gunmen, jokemen

When we see man they run dem

Leave me alone, please don't holla my phone

Right now I'm in my zone, mashing up shows

I ain't even tryna do road

I just wanna make bare dough

Leave me alone, please don't holla my phone

Right now I'm in my zone, mashing up shows

I ain't even tryna do road

I just wanna make bare dough

Leave me alone, please don't holla my phone

Right now I'm in my zone, mashing up shows

I ain't even tryna do road

I just wanna make bare dough

Leave me alone, you get me?

Yeah yeah

And we're inside, Lil Tracey EP

Go and grab that, that's what we're here for

You get me, 60 Minute settings

Logan Sama, AJ Tracey

Radio 1, you get me, all day

What we saying?

Yo, people used to call me ungrateful

Say that I sin to live and that's hateful

Primary, I couldn't afford kicks to play ball

Now my outfit costs 32 8 balls

I'm balling, literally balling

Left wing balling 8 o'clock in the morning

Rest of the time I'm trapping

Or I'm out in the .. late night I'm rapping

I'm a producer when it come to the Rambo

But it ain't hooks or samples man's stabbing

Sending out the love to the thotties that put back in

I be beating up the .. then sending them backpacking

Oi Logan, are you mad?

Yeah, yeah we're inside, let me get that again

Listen, that was a mad mix still

We're inside, AJ Tracey, AJ from the Lane

Logan Sama, Radio 1, 60 minute settings

Lil Tracey EP, grab that

What we saying?

Know

Listen, mm, mm

Look, Ladbroke Grove is where I reside

Man get burst up on the G side

....... face chewed off

All 'cause he asked man for a 3 5

Anybody said he touched me, he lied

Man thought West was a joke? He tried

My block's just like a hornets nest

Your block's sweet just like a beehive

Wait, Golborne Road is where I get down

Main get bored up in a G town

Last bredda went and got his door kicked it

All 'cause he tried duck man for the pounds

Anybody getting chased down can't shout

Walk where I wanna walk 'cause I got clout

My block's just like a double shot of vodka

Your block's just like a [dragon style?]

Ladbroke Grove is where I re-whoo

Man get burst up in the g-whoo

Came back with a fresh one, it's new

Don't come around for a two and a blue

I don't give an uff if you're old or new

I'll just yawn like blackball who?

Put a couple dead MC's in the grave

Like rowdy, trust you can go there too

Trust me dawg you can go there three

I don't ever watch F.A.C.E

AJ T from MTP

Nike Lab tracksuit, Nike iD

Man got overly uffed in the beef

Pretty sure I landed a bang to his teeth

Man will get banged in his face by me

Not my Bredrin, banged in the face my me

You get me, all day everyday

Shout out all the mandem

Thank you Logan for having me on here

Big up BBC yeah

Lil Tracey EP out now go grab that, bap