Lyrics Stack & Count - Sir Hiss, Manga Saint Hilare, Maxsta

Stack & Count

I’ve been burnt and I haven’t been pally ever since
I grew around the outskirts and I was looking at the valley of the kings
I watched them tally up the wins
While I worked like I never had a ting
Solo rally, no assists
Lazy — that’s one thing I’ve never been
Man go where they’ve never been
And I clocked on, when a man stopped off
Man are kept on going, when them man are dropped off
I’m cut from a cloth, them man are not from
I’m not the same man I once was
I work with powers that these man have not got
Digital for these analogue dons
It’s me vs. me, but these man are not opps
Can’t be stopped, till man are locked on
We powered the bandwagon, that they jumped on
I ain’t never been scared of the badman bop
Me and them ain’t the same, we ain’t never been fam, not even my long lost
Bumps on the road, that I travel across
Savour the wins cause man’ve lost lots
Wandering, but man are not lost
And I’m holding it down, till man are on top
Face your fears and speak your truth
Know, that there’s no backing down
Take an L, shake it off
Trust your vibe and stand your ground
Mind your business, do your thing
Swerve and skrr and zat about
Around here, there’s no days off
Pattern, work, stack, count
East London, Ma-what?
Bitches wanna press play, don
MCs in the game get reigned on
Newcomers looking off, what are they
Max — unlimited tekkerz
Got lost in the world, full of drugs and heffers
Where man will clap corn at your sunday breakfast
I’m tryna put money in separate ventures
Don’t listen to lectures, I’m the big man around here
I’ve been in the trenches lurking
Whips got spun around here
I know, you think I’m chatting 'bout air
But the streets know
Zeds, when I reload
Please don’t get it twisted, pussy
Better get yourself a gun
In the manor, where the kids press sticks for fun
Face your fears and speak your truth
Know, that there’s no backing down
Take an L, shake it off
Trust your vibe and stand your ground
Mind your business, do your thing
Swerve and skrr and zat about
Around here, there’s no days off
Pattern, work, stack, count
Okay, no days off, generate and count
In the flats generating pounds
You know Aks forever blazing clowns
Swerve and skrr and race around
Yeah I went away, I’m elevating now
I’m blazing, come check the latest now
Them chasing now
But I can’t see one of 'em
I hit pockets like Ronnie O’Sullivan
Keep running them, I got tricks up my sleeve
Believe me, I’m uncivil
I’m on the ball, you’ll see a man dribble
I’m old school like Danny Wizzle
I’m old school just like Shizzle
I’m hot like Napa
Cah I’m in the middle of a mazza
And I bet them likkle man can’t stand up
When it’s me, Manga, the God and Maxsta
Face your fears and speak your truth
Know, that there’s no backing down
Take an L, shake it off
Trust your vibe and stand your ground
Mind your business, do your thing
Swerve and skrr and zat about
Around here, there’s no days off
Pattern, work, stack, count