MC Blance - St. Blance

Straight outta suburbia I been a menace
You better believe that I'll never be finished
I been a sinner and I been a Saint
I have been humble and I have been vain
Been invincible, experienced pain
Been consistent, yet I'm never the same
Caring, but tolerance isn't my thing
Other men just always get in my way

Always reaching unpredictable heights
What'll become of my fickle old life
I don't know, so I'm gonna manifest it
Never know when I'm bringing out my next shit
I'm like an infection, never gonna be resting
Filling it with the venomous, indiscriminate wrecking
Killing it with a vengeance, they all tell me to end it
Never when I'm making cash like the one percent, shit

Now that is an over-exaggeration
Of the quantity of the cash I'm making
Not an insignificant or passive statement
This is for actually blasting bass and
Getting hype like it's still back in the day
Of the gaffs, and the trap, and amassing my fame
I'm actually nasty like Nas, it's the name
MC, causing these Massive Casualties, man

Back on top, but did I ever leave?
Started from the bottom like a mezzanine
Or maybe from the middle, it's a POV
Regardless you're all looking up at me
I'm as shocked as you are at the shit that I see
MC, still the best in my constituency
And when you're tuning in, man you're listening to the
Top 10 rapper in like Scotland at least

I mean, how many can you think of?
There's Loki, but he does spoken word
There's Mitchell, but his raps are total worse
And when I show my worth man you all disperse
Damn
Call me St. Blance cause I'm so diverse
I put my foot down and there's broken earth
So when I spoke the word all your hope is cursed

It's the white tees, and the grey beanie
Black bomber jacket, cause I ain't greedy
Primark drip, when I start shit
But it's guaranteed that you'll see me
When I flow on a beat so freely
When I'm ripping this shit cause I'm knee deep
In my rap knowledge, cause I'm that balling
Honestly I make it look easy

I'm no Rap God, but I'm in his image
To start again what he fucking finished
So you know when I once again step on a beat
My enemies' powers they are diminished
If you're going pale, or you're feeling faint
That's just the effect when I bring the pain
Been an MC, but I'm now a Saint
And I have no doubt that you bitches ain't

Put me in a room with my competition
Quickly dashed will be your thoughts of winning
When I begin my fucking awesome spitting
And watch as I'm constantly crushing men and
Rapping it used to be my hidden talent
Then it became a damn obsessive habit
I would say that means that anyone can do it
But honestly I don't want you all to have it

I just love being completely unmatched
When local rappers man they burn and they crash
I find it hilarious, cause I'm nefarious
Aspiring to be fire its scary shit
But I'm well beyond that, that's a known fact
They're like "oh snap" when I go mad
When I post that, leave you toe tagged
Barbaric, call me Conan

I done wrote the Qur'an of hip hop alone
I make a soulful attack and with my song atone
But I broke the commands like they're all of stone
Make you a ghost with a snap like I'm on my phone
You make raps to show your folks and chums
I bust lyricism like a smoking gun
People talking mad shit, but they're close to none
I'm a fucking monster, when you poke it's done

You can't tame the lion, cause I stay defiant
Call me Kaiser Chiefs cause I proclaim a riot
Every year, its the same old saying, its fire
I'm fucking unholy like Satan's choir
Parental advisory, I'm cursing hard
My shit's so fire it's birthing sparks
International, I'm dispersing far
Ayo fuck the rich, and that's word to Marx

3 years in the motherfucking game
I'm looking around and these hustlers are lame
Step on a drill beat and think you're ill, me?
I hop on any track and I'm still obscene
You feel my death grip like a guillotine
That's what it feels like against a real MC
And all these little freaks man they're killing me
Spitting shallow bars, man they're not really deep

But pushing me forward are thoughts of winning
No matter what derision I get in my position
Man it's a mission, and the fucking sky is the ceiling
And it's fucking irrelevant if I'm making a killing
I'm like a fucking semi-automatic when I'm rapping at it
Never feeling the limit of cynics when I'm fucking spazzing
Beat me in a beef, nah that's never ever gonna happen
Taking apart attempts of rapping man oh man it's maddening

It's the white tees, and the grey beanie
Black bomber jacket, cause I ain't greedy
Primark drip, when I start shit
But it's guaranteed that you'll see me
When I flow on a beat so freely
When I'm ripping this shit cause I'm knee deep
In my rap knowledge, cause I'm that balling
Honestly I make it look easy

I'm no Rap God, but I'm in his image
To start again what he fucking finished
So you know when I once again step on a beat
My enemies' powers they are diminished
If you're going pale, or you're feeling faint
That's just the effect when I bring the pain
Been an MC, but I'm now a Saint
And I have no doubt that you bitches ain't

Written by:
Matthew Blance

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