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Diagnosing the Human Condition (Fascinatingly Disturbing Thoughts, Vol. 1)

by Sauce is Matisse

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1.
Hapa 02:30
[Verse 1] I am Matt Tsoy, they also call me sauce or call me Tisse I spit bars so y’all be spitting teeth when I'm on a beat And honestly...I feel like I been on a streak Because everything I script is impeccable, I'm a beast Picture tentacles tangling all the women you're banging And spraying seminal vesicles from my testicles hanging Below my heavy erect and molesting member, my wang and I'm sick as any explicit image depicted in manga Got dang bruh... grand mom is Ok Doo Ok, y’all I gotta walk the walk, dog I'm talking bout songs I gotta catch ‘em all like a Pokemon god And be a master of this craft, martial artist with the bars ...And I hear racists saying teriyaki But I'm one who from the heavens came, I am Anunaki I'm a god with these bars spitting, I ain’t being cocky I just say it like it is kids, listen up and watch me [Bridge] What? [Chorus] Go and be yourself, don’t worry bout the labels Go and be yourself, don’t label, label [Verse 2] My name is Matthew Paul and I had a father and a mother While I grew up as a youngin’ in the motherfucking suburbs What...with opportunities abundant I was lucky as a leprechaun, the money stuff was covered My mother is a ginge who knew Russian, French, and German In addition to her native tongue, I'm meant to be a wordsmith ...Tisse’ll spit a verse, vivid when you heard this Pissing on my learning with some words, and it burns dick, but I don't tend to think I'm the Peter Griffin of spitting Even though everything that I rip is freaking ridiculous Listen I’m invisible but lyrical rhetoric’s Subtle telltale tremor’s in the rhythm, addictive dissonance I lived in privilege, an educated heretic Aware that I’d been taken care of, never been a derelict I'm arrogant, I dare to spit, so parents this is serious So bury me in serial therapy sessions, swear I’m fixed
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Monster 02:52
[Verse 1] Morning. Get up. I’m already fed up Everything gets to me, it’s awful and pent-up Better eat breakfast so I cut a fucking egg up But I never get to sit to ingest through all the nega- -tivity living in me, it’s itching to rip a freak Open and skip the teeth choking on livid screams I paint a picture vocally of vivid dreams Hoping to rid my weak shoulders of enemies Sins are curing me of insecurity A sentence heard can be intent to murder Each assembled word is mean and meant to turn A meek and gentle nerd into a mental dirge Who's sneaking steps are lurking in the depths of personal Regrets and curses, lemme vent these urges uh …I don’t mean to be a stress or burden but I’M A GOD DAMN MONSTER [Chorus] Red razor wrists I don’t know if I’ll even make it to hell [Verse 2] You love it? Bump it. Fuck it, cut wrists. Ain’t nobody listen to my muttering, I’m nothing Never has a motherfucker come to me to bump fists Telling me they love the hits, so I’ma jump ship …Fuck this, I can’t even get a real job My career isn’t clear and I fear it all I’m near gone, in the fog and I feel lost In this song as I talk I can hear God I lay in waiting for the angels faithfully Take the pain away and maybe save me But I’m shaking angrily enraged and languishing In hatred naked weak awake and staying asleep Dazed, this ain’t a dream, dismay is wasting me The razors paint a deep shade of rage in me …tell your congregation to pray for me I’M A GOD DAMN MONSTER [Verse 3] The noise erupting from a voiceless upbringing Is poisonous, the venom void in lungs singing And boisterous unforgiving, stoic and unflinching Heroic becomes sinning and coy becomes a fling Tsoy is wondering if poise is pondering a Choice so one is not destroyed, he’s hungering And joyless wandering devoid of something…fuck I’M A GOD DAMN MONSTER
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Just Bars 03:20
I wonder how many rappers are stuck in my boat Bump behind the mic but never get to do a live show There ain't nobody I know, connections aren't my for- -te, I'm better settled on my own off in a rhyme flow Try me, but I don’t figure kids’ll pick and buy me Cuz I’m the, frikkin antithesis of their minds’ speech rhyming I might be antisocial or afflicted by anxiety So I’ma be the guy you see who’s hiding while he rides the beat I'm heading to death by the beating metronome And I’m seeing folks but they’re just like whatever though …Give it a sec or I bet you’ll never know that I'm stealing shows like hotel guests steal scented soap, the freshest vocals ...I'm kicking bitches where their nuts are ripping this rhythm to bits and spitting this as just bars ...I don't hustle out my trunk, I say fuck cars Matt’s in my Batmobile and I’m running over punks parked, yup ...And while I'm committing these traffic offenses ...my Giminey cricket is beating me senseless ...cuz people are people regardless of friend lists ...And these people could be with me marching within this I'm hung up on this plot point that's leaving me Seriously, how are people reaching streets so easily? They seem to be so deep in mystique, like they don’t need the heat When teamed up with a demon sleeping seeding with machinery A robot, ain't nobody know but From the way I wrote this poem I'm a flow-bot Bolted head to toe, so mechanical and chrome pop and locking with the rhythm as I spit it cuz it goes hard I'm all about my focus, not too many know this Making lots of music but I’m not getting exposure every bar is carnage but I'm killing it with ghost hits I just really suck at networking with these folks So I think I need a street team but ain’t no one believe me Actually they're asking if I'm bout to be on TV playing on the radio over and over repeat Cuz no one seems to know what it takes to open the scene, see These streets are in need of a fucking knuckle sandwich Of ampage, cranking up the cans, doing damage To banish, bands who’re satiated cuz I’m famished I’m hungry as a mufucka, brandishing my jams hits And I love my fan lists, all my likes and followers All the mice and all the nerds who rock reciting all the words “Sauce you’d better calm your nerves, ain’t too many on your verse” I scoff at that, they’re awesome and they’re all I need for all that’s heard Word…but I do wish a couple more’d follow …Cuz if you come inside my walls it’s hollow …But I’ve exhausted every option I know …And still I’m lost within this Sauce bravado That’s so unfounded, how could I have found its Loudness so empowering, dousing hits in brown shit I’m on that mouse tip, I’ll never leave your house if I come up from the Underground and sound is allowed in But I’m not that guy who’s crying “listen to my mixtape!!” Yeah my shit’s great, but I ain’t in this gig to get paid I do appreciate all listens when my hit’s played But let me say that I do realize my spit is way insane It's obvious that odd is what I wanna be Caught between the honesty and gall of an uncommon freak Calling me an oddity is not about to startle me Cuz I'm about to pop open my pop cult, so follow me, it's all I breathe …and yall can call me Tisse

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Vol. 1 of the "Fascinatingly Disturbing Thoughts" EP Trilogy.

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released August 28, 2015

Produced by Sauce, aka Matisse.
Mixed by Sinatti Pop.

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Sauce is Matisse Charlottesville, Virginia

"Sauce is Matisse" is a rapper based in Charlottesville, VA inspired by both underground and mainstream music across all genres. His work showcases a sound between raw hip-hop and the most technical metal outfits.

After being described as a mental paradox, he was given the advice to “contain” that paradox in order to allow all sides of himself to coexist.

He has done this through music.
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