Lyrics Sounds of the Skeng - Stormzy

Sounds of the Skeng

Easy
And it’s like
Five whole years on the circuit
Every single year I merk it (Every single year)
I switch flows, they jerk it
I flip more, then reverse it (Woo, woo)
Told bro, reimburse it, I just hope that it’s worth it (Gimme' that,
gimme' that)
'Cause if I slap a bitch arse nigga I’ma make it look (Perfect!)
I’ma make it look perfect, cah he probably deserves it
See, old-school Mike just splurges
Please, don’t let him resurface (Word, word)
They go the fastest (Fastest), I go the furthest (Zoom, zoom)
And a nigga been the hardest (Part)
And I bun all my verses
Man might kick off your face, I’m worst
Man might leave with your babes, I’m burst
Man just bad up the place and merk
Them man lift up a wasteman skirt
You man ain’t been entirely truthful, have you?
I know the truth can hurt
I know that, I know my two hands work
I know that, I know I do man dirt
Flipz said 'low me again, 'low me again, this that
(Sounds of the—) Sounds of the Skeng
I move foul with my friends, foul with the pen
Don’t start howlin' again
My dawgs them are different
Nigga, I am Mr. Skeng, spot the difference
Big Mike, don’t need no assistance
So, please, give a nigga some distance
Name a nigga that’s this consistent
You man just love beggin' it too much
You man love the Americans too much
I do the most, but it’s never been too much
Go coast to coast, and I never get moved up, facts (Facts, facts, facts)
We talkin' racks (Racks, racks), we talkin' plaques (Plaques), or stats
Ayy, rude boy, you do the maths
Aight, look, look, G in the south, but I live in the sticks now
Really been about, but they think I’m a prick now
Got a little money, and a couple of BRITs now
Big for my boot, but it’s funny, it fits now
The sauce don’t stick to my swag, it drips now
You niggas thought you were bad, you’re piss now
Cah that boy got to the bag, you’re rich now
I hope you niggas know what it is now
But man might
Man might kick off your face, I’m worst
Man might leave with your babes, I’m burst
Man just bad up the place and merk
Them man lift up a wasteman skirt
You man ain’t been entirely truthful, have you?
I know the truth can hurt
I know that, I know my two hands work
I know that, I know I do man dirt
Flipz said 'low me again, 'low me again, this that
(Sounds of the—) Sounds of the Skeng
I move foul with my friends, foul with the pen
Don’t start howlin' again
My dawgs them are different
Nigga, I am Mr. Skeng, spot the difference
Big Mike, don’t need no assistance
So, please, give a nigga some distance
Name a nigga that’s this consistent
Name a nigga that’s this on point (On point)
Froze, wrist on point (On point)
For the trolls, fist on point (On point)
Get your pose and your list on point
Wait there, little niggas wanna' diss this joint (Alright)
They tryna' figure «Like, what is this joint?»
(Alright)
Me and Flip’ll come and flip this joint (C'mon)
My spliff big like MIST’s joint (C'mon)
Lil' niggas can’t hit this joint
And I knew it was a banger when I ripped this joint in
Man talk dirt on my name
But the truth is, they’re not realistic points
I’m bigger in person, whippin' excursion
My niggas whip this joint
Don’t talk like president Flipz’s joint
Real niggas gonna' dig this joint but
Man might kick off your face, I’m worst
Man might leave with your babes, I’m burst
Man just bad up the place and merk
Them man lift up a wasteman skirt
You man ain’t been entirely truthful, have you?
I know the truth can hurt
I know that, I know my two hands work
I know that, I know I do man dirt
Flipz said 'low me again, 'low me again, this that
(Sounds of the—) Sounds of the Skeng
I move foul with my friends, foul with the pen
Don’t start howlin' again
My dawgs them are different
Nigga, I am Mr. Skeng, spot the difference
Big Mike, don’t need no assistance
So, please, give a nigga some distance
Name a nigga that’s this consistent