[Verse 1] Listen I got a death wish, every time I drive I'm reckless I rhyme like I get friggin high fives for my set lists But get this, regrets sink me silent, I'm pensive So who am I to spit? I should retire preemptively Do I care about comparing my flare to the flare of signed acts? There's where I'd near some perilous territory, dial it back I fear I'm embarrassing and unbearable when I rap My parents staring at me like I'm careless thinking "Why, Matthew?" Cuz all of these overly complicated parts involved in this Oddities often call for nonsensical collages and All this complexity I've concocted is too farfetched I'm often pissed off at me, honest, hard headed narcissist Who am I? A Suit and tie? A stupid smiling goofy guy Style's like I am a child's mind in a studious type Of adult who's laughable, goofy, wacko, and rude in a rhyme Kooky, I cackle laughing for half of my studio time, ha [Chorus] Hey is everybody hearing this, the rhythm that I'm spitting? Naw Will Anybody mention that I'm getting their attention? Naw Let this be a lesson to me when I sit and mingle Ain't nobody ever listen when I spit a hit single [Verse 2] All of my audio's sonic harmonies' qualities rip I'm with the condiments, topping ramen, uncommon and slick Dominant, dropping a bomb on all of 'em calling it quits Coughing and calling in sick, I'm moshing in falsehood and fibs While I'm speaking honest, too many do this, I get the clues But I'll be sneaking off for studious studio sessions dude I keep it calm and soothingly brutal in all my tunes Even though my music is futile, it's all I do, so I woke up and wrote the dopest colloquial and raw rhythm Bored and recording, four in the morning, potent dark venom Low-key it's so me to poach em vocally, I'm slaughtering em Show me you know beats so I can flow heat in a song with em ...this pairing I cherish is never wrong So Rarely do I care about the rarity of God What I care about's the clarity of lyrics in a song When I hear em I should feel em like I'm near em, listen on [Verse 3] I feel like I'm like Frankensteins monster, made from several lives I'm doctor Jekyll and Hyde, haunting and heckling, high Energy rhymes, ever timeless, but pitiful, why? Because a concert starring Sauce ain't too livable live I'm the bitterest lyricist, so malicious and irreverent I'm spitting the sickest diction and hoping for attention Spinning synonyms, similes, metaphorically I'm present But I'm lifted and whimsical, no one gets it where my head went So all of this effort spent and invested never works for me At all and I've settled set in irrelevance, interned, spoken Small but I bet I'm better than ever, that's a first homie Gall is impressively evident when I pen a verse, you see Me without the mic is like Mike without the Ike Matisse allowing bitings like writing without my right Me stooping down in the slightest's like Reubens without his bike A nuisance moving to music without a use in this life Cuz im SoySauceSound, aka Matisse Know how you hate red meat? Well I came to beef You can make believe that all your favorite freaks And label leeches stay heat, but they ain't me...

[Verse 1] I'm hot shit like I crap in the desert, this here Matt's spitting better than you whack prissy "veterans," listen Fact is my rhetoric attacks like a venom from an adder and gets up in you gasping for medicine, hit it Bitch I ride these beats like I made them stirrups Never better with my left when I shake it never stir up Guess I'm all righty then like I'm Ace Ventura Carrey's energy is getting me oh way too turnt up I'll meander through your camp with a band of evil vandals Screaming "Dammit!" while we manage to dismantle what you've branded Well light a steaming candle, go bananas as we're jamming Then band together and take a stand declaring our demands...bruh. I'm hollering that hootinany nonsense I bet I'll never blow up I aint nothing but a bomb threat, honest ...But ballers better take precautions regardless These bars that Im barking're way too hard for no progress [Chorus] They I'm a waste of entertainment Play this every day but never getting any payment Never been collecting any checks so what I say is Lemme vent on every record and I bet I'll be okay, kids Cuz I'm cool, listen I'm cool Listen this is just a bad habit getting Matt into trouble Im cool, listen I'm cool Listen this is just a bad habit like I'm cracking my knuckles [Verse 2] I plan to spread jams, potential fans are a sandwich Your man can be candidly frantic, outlandish Cranking the amperage, I can't give a damn if I damage Your managers cans cuz I'm flammable, God dammit I tried to quit but couldn't though, hooks were like "you shouldn't go" Putting out the sweetest flow like cooking up the cookie dough Look at me, I shoulda blown, "What the fucks they looking fo'?" Fecals from the hood who moan like woofing through a boogered nose I'm so quirky, my verses are dope, surely I'm known to these folks who heard me as vocally coke, cursing A dose spurt from my throat, they're thirsty for quotes wordy I'm furnishing flows first in a furnace of foes burning I've been to hell and back, so before I sell a track I'd better bellow, blasting and belt myself in rap This fellows mellow actions developed hella tactics To tell embellished acts that I'm shelling out attacks, I'm Matt [Verse 3] I'm thinking I'm autistic often, aw shit This is awful all that this can offer is all men All women and all kids scoffing, talking While I'm calm, sitting docile, all ready for liftoff I'm the loudest guest on Southwest Around 11 thousand decibels shouted to ground friends Sound gets around their towns as the clouds bend Allowing me to shower 'em down with profound scripts

[Verse 1] Motherfuck selling drugs, got a 9 to 5 I was used to that commute down I-95 I was talking to my tunes like you want a ride? Bumping new shit, exclusive, then I'd rewind Word, nah I couldn't do the radio...nope So I put my playlist on my phone...my own Shit, nobody knows it, but even when I don't bomb my vocals are explosive I hate saying that I basically relocated for payment But my paychecks and paid rent they kept me alienated From any savings I could make from my enslavement for wages I couldn't take it, so to make it I changed up my state "Hey that's great, Matt!!" ...yeah it is, but this rap scene's crap So here's Matt and he's fearing that this lyrical passion With which he adamantly raps could be shattered in the past As I'm stagnant with this rap shit, so half of me has to be a [Chorus] Hater And I'm waving back to ya like see ya Later Yo I hate this rap cuz I'm a Hater [Verse2] So I don't rap about jack fuck, classics saying Matt sucks But I come back at em, rabid, rapping, attacking these tracks' cuts A savage rap punk , anything but average I've mastered these fantastic impractical tactics...duh Students scared to speak, pieces when compared to me It angers me when Americans are airheaded enough to keep a Pair of speakers carried and prepared to bleed with careless speech I can barely bear the beat, and paired with feces blared at me? No wonder I'm a [Verse 3] I see em scripting simpler talk, hidden the vision in fog But I drift above it all, pens a quill of a hawk So listen and mosh with me cuz critical thought you see's An integral part of keeping this rhythim an art...word All the noise I'm ignoring cuz theyre mega boring Spitting simple dumb and dead, call em stegosaurus Pre-historic in the head but we let em flourish Where the fuck are all their metaphors, in the forest? Y'all have gotta use a simile to get at me And I ain't talking pitiful punch lines or filler, G You say you're killing beats and all your lyrics ill with heat But see me getting heated when you vilify soliloquies? You lack elegance, hell there's no telling if Selling or not selling's a fact of intelligence Know what? To hell with this, I've felt the envy, now I'm pissed All I get is complements, but honestly I'm not convinced they like it

[Chorus] I'm the voice of the Knight Call me Kevin Conroy I'm the voice of the night Y'all can never knock Tsoy I'm the voice of the Knight Call me Kevin Conroy [Verse 1] Aw y'all heard that the Bat got em, he's lurking, the lad's shocking The mercantile masked manic philanthropist stacks bodies Fervent and fast, following first to the facts, polished and Perfect, detached, falling inertia in rap, rocking These words in a pad, call it a curse of crime and punishment Parental advisory, song is murdered so I'll run with it Come and get it fuckers, I'm curious, can you stomach this? Unrelenting furious verses is what the fuck this is And I embody em, y'all cannot do what Matt can I arrive and body em, all of Gotham is Matt's clan But T might be mad without a God damn rap fan Im fighting in a mask cuz I'm the God damn Batman [Verse 2] Ya boy's crack with the voice acting, it's Tsoy rapping I'm poised dapper, the choice factor, a noise master You laugh pointing, you mad hatters annoy Matt, I Turn deploying a batarang, soaring after you poor bastards When I don the cape and cowl I'm out dispensing justice, jump I'ma make it loud when I let it out, so get it, bump this cut I fucking love this, I'm pummeling you punks, spitting up My ninja twisted tongue, lyrical lungs I'll Mark Hamill your bars cuz half the charts are a car wreck Arch-nemesis scarred, hysterical hardened marred mess Vs. animal heart, damaged and dark suppressing guarded stress This man is a martyr for all the regret he's tarnished with [Verse 3] I'm vetting my enemies getting ready to wreck MC's And yes I'm the best detective, I'ma lock 'em in Arkham It's deadly to mess with me, I'm impressively heavy, see Better never forget I'm a spectre haunting the darkness

[Verse 1] I never thought I'd make it up to play up in a stadium, stay with negativity and an abrasive tongue I never thought I'd say it but the pain is sung, and I been getting way better than I ever was I live it up in the spirit of music, "Who's this?" New shit I've brewed for you humans Because I've been in the mood for a movement, dude with the tunes'll let loose, but you kids Are uneasy I aint come up from the ghetto, calling me a Joker like Romero So im also Jack, Heath, Hamill, and Leto, you bet I'm mentally committed to the fellow, "hello" And I've seldom been a little bit of mellow, darling Harley's stalking as she's walking in stilettos Talking bout how awfully I maul a beat and tempo, taunting all of Gotham off in Arkham in my cell closed, hell no Trap and cage the beast? What would that make me? Some insane and deranged fickle faded freak Through my grated teeth, believe I'll slay the beat, and then I'll make believe I'm the half asian Jesus, please Viral like I'm Slim? I ain't even tryna be kind of the likes of him All I want in life is a rhyme and so I'ma spit, silent silence, goodnight I'll cue the violin [Bridge] I never let up in a session, everything I said's how I lessen how my head spins I'll never regret an admission, this is my vision of fixing my misprint [Chorus] This is my therapy I've spoken all that I care to leave This is my therapy To those of y'all who would dare to breathe [Verse 2] I aim to be stable while painting this fable inside of my head My cranium's sane but it's tainted with pain and that's why I'm a mess I can tell I'm irrelevant, yelling, I'll elevate higher than stress I've sheltered myself from the elements, healthiest scribe with the pen, yes I bet I'll never get a better outlet, sound's in a mix, now I'm rich cuz I found it But I ain't talking tallies or my balance in accounts, it's the wealth in myself, get it? It's talent Bouncing around in a beat keeps me grounded, it's astounding how loud I can pound hits Shout hiss and growl, out with a howl, listen now as I bow chicka bow wow, bitch Why'd I leave the keys up on the table? Cuz I ain't gonna leave this couch no more Why'd I let the beast up out the stable? Cuz I been going freakshow, it's how I roll Never let 'em tell you how to deal with it, cuz then it's going to keep going down that road Everybody's mental when you're feeling it, so ima keep my vocals in the sound, that's hope