Sceltic - Local MC (W/Lyrics)
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It's about a guy who is trying to break into this business when most of the people around him listen to country in this town. Enjoy! Lyrics:

Local MC:
By: Sceltic

Chorus:
“I’m just a small town man,
Tryin’ to produce songs any way I can.
My plan is set in stone; I’m prepared to go.
Blast myself off this land; my words are stow n’ flow.
It’s what you get; what you see.
Currently I’m a nobody; just a local MC.”

Verse 1:
“Words are but symbols; alphabetical actions.
For one to be nimble, you must see all reactions.
The traction of satisfaction lingers upon retraction.
The only way to see a fraction of this extraction,

Is by opening your mind with no contraction.
The pact is irrelevant, just something to go by.
Do you follow the sound or let it go awry?
I’m a guy who never stops wondering, why?
Why can’t my noise be heard on a global scale?
Why am I unable to make a trail of endless record deals?
Why is it not possible for me to achieve these wants?

Is it because all you hating dip shits stand there and taunt?
You always go on and on, flaunting your words.
Thinking it’ll shoot me down; make me obscure.
You’re unsure however, if it really does work.

Your whole life goal is being a jerk.
You have to find every problem; every quirk.
I’m not tired of you though; it fuels me for sure.
I’m not backing down; nope I never will.
Like Eminem said, “Just take another pill.”

Chorus:
“I’m just a small town man,
Tryin’ to produce songs any way I can.
My plan is set in stone; I’m prepared to go.
Blast myself off this land; my words are stow n’ flow.
It’s what you get; what you see.
Currently I’m a nobody; just a local MC.”

Verse 2:
“Y’all are telling me how bad I am at rap.
I haven’t seen you perform yet, are your words crap?
You’re unable to strap on the verbal traps needed to win.
For it’s a sin to see my popularity and kin.
All who follow me faithfully; they believe in me.

They can see, a growing tree; with glee we are set free.
Because of you guys n’ gals who chase me daily.
You’ve helped me grow in popularity.
My numbers keep shootin’ up; they grow by the dozen.

You’re just some punk ass dude, your words are frozen.
I’ve been chosin’ to trek this path,
To climb the enormous mountain with only my fans and my staff.
It’s justice I seek; for any and all to have their one moment.
To be able to outshine the rest, and be rid of their torment.
These phrases, they linger on your ears like a verbal gourmet.

C’mon, let’s play, stay for a while; hold out your tray.
Pay the fine for dissin’ me, or my fans will cut you down; fillet.
Andale, andale; areba, areba. What’s the use for these phrases? I don’t know.

It kind of fit, didn’t it though? I understand homes, you’re confused; it’s alright.
You’re gonna lose, now go home and prepare for a fight.
Because tonight is my night, I’ll dispose of my plight.
My flight’s already booked, we’ll leave you in fright.”

Chorus:
“I’m just a small town man,
Tryin’ to produce songs any way I can.
My plan is set in stone; I’m prepared to go.
Blast myself off this land; my words are stow n’ flow.
It’s what you get; what you see.
Currently I’m a nobody; just a local MC.”

Verse 3:
“The speed we need, we must read without greed.
To succeed is my plea, hearin’ hate is my only fee.

I have my degree, in smithing words you see?
Flee, flee, before we stake our decree.
Fly away, go astray, never come back to play.
We’re waiting just beyond the bay.

We’re weighed down each and every day.
Come, follow in me my shadow’s wake.
We’ll plaster this town with our name’s sake.
To traipse, creep; tip-toe, shhh; they’re asleep.
Silently we take the knife, cut the throats of strife.

Crimson liquid pours hot; the water of life.
I breath deep, we silenced the hating cripes.
Though physically I wish no harm on any and all.
I wish only to grow tall, and grab the ball.
Fore this is my court now, you made the call.

Just stand there and stall; we decided to run and not crawl.
Baby steps mean nothing, we’re sprinting to something.
The future is there, and I’ll leave ya to your thoughts.
Next time be better at spitting, or you’re gonna get caught.”




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