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

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