Released: June 12, 2015

Songwriter: AJ Tracey

Producer: Drone

[Intro]
Man's in the Champions League
Man's in the Champions League
Man's in the Champions League
You man are beneath
I'm in the Champions League
I'm in the Champions League

[Hook]
Man's in the Champions League out here
You man are near relegation
The one pop ting's all local
Don't try come with your intimidation
Fam, I'm the Beckham, I'm the Shearer
And I rep hard for the nation
But I'm always on job
And I don't wanna get locked down in the station
Man's in the Champions League out here
You man are near relegation
The one pop ting's all local
Don't try come with your intimidation
Fam, I'm the Beckham, I'm the Shearer
And I rep hard for the nation
But I'm always on job
And I don't wanna get locked down in the station

[Verse 1]
I've got a flow that you can't cat
Can't match, can't batter
With the bars and style, I'm don dada
Give me the poison, living like Montana
Already gassed doing bits, can't flatter
Yeah, you're a badman, but it don't matter
Shower on a brudda, no pitter, no patter
Flows like Marcus Phoenix but fatter
Cock back, now sure make it don't splatter
Came with the rattle rattles in that pasa
Man wanna talk no chitter and no chatter
Burst man with the first touch like Mata
Mortal Kombat, see bones get shatter
Fight like yardies, riggy, ragga
Girls try back, silly, slapper
If I ain't stepped out with the mash then
Like MaYHem, I'll start diggy dagger
And I'm shelly
Scene full of squares like I'm watching telly
Break down bars of the leng for the pennies
Crush man's dream in my hand like Lennie
Hood but I love art doe like Demi
Rob man for his cargo, that's belly
Soaked a don's baby mum, she couldn't take it
Saying it was big, it was only a semi
Splat man's chest with the dot, turn jelly
Mucky, run up on the set with my wellies
Serving greens and cheese like delis
Hard food flies from Gs in cellies
I'm shelly and hard like turtle
Drink rosé, it's pink, not purple
Got it locked down cause I'm dread like Merky
Bet you thought I was gonna say Murkle

[Hook]
Man's in the Champions League out here
You man are near relegation
The one pop ting's all local
Don't try come with your intimidation
Fam, I'm the Beckham, I'm the Shearer
And I rep hard for the nation
But I'm always on job
And I don't wanna get locked down in the station
Man's in the Champions League out here
You man are near relegation
The one pop ting's all local
Don't try come with your intimidation
Fam, I'm the Beckham, I'm the Shearer
And I rep hard for the nation
But I'm always on job
And I don't wanna get locked down in the station

[Verse 2]
I'll take a man down on a movie
I got links for the Uzi, man are like "who's he?"
When I come through, don't move
Give up the amm and the dark and the suzie
Don't slip on a move, fam, that's a doozy
Snooze-and-you-lose-y, not in the loop, you're fruity
And now you've gone down like 2, 3
If a man diss my marge, better shoot me
Swear to the lord, I'll come to your door
For the talk inna war with the shotty
Right-hand man's got that mask and the brucky
Shouldn't chat bad cuh now it's all mucky
Man got left in the ride with his face to the side
Not like a Kangol, like Bendtner
Young Isco cuh I'm fresh from the centre
Running your mouth and I'll get ya, dead ya
Touch mic something like blazing a skeng
It's A-J T-R-A-C-E-Y
E-Y and I'll start pacing again
Call me AJ, fam, or it's Trace from the 10
That's W10, came to the rave with a 10
Hand on her bum, she's more than a 10
Bring out your gang, make fun of all 10
Clip's got ten, won't miss, get 10
Play on the left, shirt don't say 10
Shirt says AJ, yeah, that's Armani
Don't cop one, ball out, cop 10
Your 16 can't match my 10
My boy just came home from a gun charge
Talk bad, he'll make the gun charge
Rinse bare clips like a montage
Man turn pale like I'm changing the contrast

[Hook]
Man's in the Champions League out here
You man are near relegation
The one pop ting's all local
Don't try come with your intimidation
Fam, I'm the Beckham, I'm the Shearer
And I rep hard for the nation
But I'm always on job
And I don't wanna get locked down in the station
Man's in the Champions League out here
You man are near relegation
The one pop ting's all local
Don't try come with your intimidation
Fam, I'm the Beckham, I'm the Shearer
And I rep hard for the nation
But I'm always on job
And I don't wanna get locked down in the station

AJ Tracey

AJ Tracey is a British rapper and grime MC. His dad’s a former rapper from Trinidad, and his mum is a Welsh former drum and bass DJ. Based in Ladbroke Grove, West London (although he was raised in the south just like FT and true say, his dad lived in Tottenham), AJ started making waves in the pirate radio scene in 2014, although his songs under the name Looney date back to 2011.

Speaking to GRM about his stage name, AJ

Basically when I used to shot, I couldn’t give my real name. I used to wear loads of Armani, so I called myself AJ. The Tracey comes from this guy called Stacey in my ends. Everyone used to be/is scared of him so I thought, if a man has a girl’s name and he’s still scaring people, the maybe I should try doing it so I can be THAT guy.