It's like I can't do a song without somebody Saying I'm a bum for one reason or other, like I'm dumb Like I'm fucking unaware of my shortcomings A keyboard warriors got nothing but forces something Some people say that I got white flow, "right bro!" Other people say that I can write dope, "nice yo" I got no idea where I fit in, no light bulb I don't know bout feeding the trends, but I'm aight though, psych, no I stay inking the same sick and deranged image The pace quickens, the page thickens, arrange writtens Hit play, spit and display penmanship, phrases and Parade predicates, eight said in the same sentence My whole life is a deep cut and I'm bleeding out Hear me out, people perceive nothing, believe me now Guess I'm a freak cuz we can't fucking agree how To speak or how to be, I'm a beast, fuck it, a free sound

[Verse 1] My intention is to never mention anything depressing But the lyrics said injected in my head, I'm left infected I'm wrecked and reflecting, while chilling in my bed sick Well shit. I Guess ill watch a lot of Netflix Adam West and Angela Lansbury apparently Are my two key celebrity grandparents who parent me ...nice. But when compared to people near me, I appear to be A freaking Inbetweener, I'm barely there, I'm a parody Like if the Pet Detective and Tina Belcher were facts Got married and had a son they named Barry Allen, the Flash, who rapped Now what you gotta say to that? I'm mad and impractical, laughing at me, name is Matt I'm hyper observant, quite the disturbance when I'm right Which is all the time, like I been learning lessons in life, Psych I might be Malcolm, a cocky person, unliked Like a righteous sermon, psychic in timely words that I write [Chorus] "Holy rap syllables Matt, your flows killing em!" So why I get the feeling ain't nobody feeling em? I'll spit the subscription, ticket to shows, stealing em But nobody been watching me Netflix & Chilling em They don't see me They watch TV Seen on repeat They don't need MPT [Verse 2] I got a Monster feature like I'm Dr. Krieger Knocking speakers while I'm watching all the Archer seasons I've Arrested Development of my carcass, deep in My meditation, I'm medicating my Martian feelings I'm spaced out, an Ancient Alien Asian And caucasian, pained by his alienation from A-list Placement, I ain't invading the playlists They all changing the station, they wont tape it, erase it I'm lacking in publicity's imagery of an idol I'm Mr. Robot, but I wont ever go viral Eye-roll, I am a hack or a missing title Anything a legitimate hit isn't, I know But I'm original, Siri isn't in the know I'm lyrically invisible but clearly invincible I've written dope, pick a show, click it and I'll spit the flow I'm betting that my script is sicker than a medical drama [Verse 3] I've been feeling like a talking head, I'm the Walking Dead A Stranger Thing like Eleven in a lofted bed Every song's regret, but it's all I get And so I don't know what you fuckers gawking at Bitch

[Verse 1] I got that skill, bars bounce, and I'm interested in music Got that real hard sound, and I been invested to do this Y'all are stupid but call it cool, whatever gets your emptiness through this I'm in tune with all my muses, y'all are tempting the nuisance So you did it for the money, you did it for the shows You did it for the cliche honeys and the faux Where them posers be? I'm not what I'm 'posed ta be I guess my flows too heat to be that emotional geek, but I don't give a fuck bout a stereotype I got the word, spread it and find out what my stereo's like Get hype, hit em with the mic, spit it in an aerial strike And I'm a what? Dude you do a deuce then where do you wipe? "Oh, right..." Sauciepoo's that diarrhea, yeah I'm the shit I'm that cocky dude who'd rather keep on rapping than quit I'm bout that spit, frown at glitzy ditzy downers and dicks I found that mix down in D.C., now I'm drowning in hits, bitch [Chorus] See how we do We EQ the music [Verse 2] I'm a bit of that one-two pop, a bit of that ooh and that ah And a bit of that punk, rude rock, a bitter confusion and gall And a bit of that beatbox, get it that groove and that style And I'm intuitive when I EQ the music and rhyme But beasting ain't enough, these tunes ain't been played enough Tisse has made a statement but the statement ain't been made a fucking Staple so it's wasted, a vacant basement contains it all I'd say I'm sane but it's way insane to keep making 'em I'm a nobody, but I'm somebody to somebody And somebody want me to keep up with my dumb hobby And rock it, I got it in my blood and my lungs, I gotta be Honest if I wanna keep on Saucing these songs, Condiment Opera I got my mic and my setup, the lights off, I'm fed up We might be a nice set of pipes but you're never Gonna like it the way that you like whats embedded In your psyche, your vices enticed, but I'm better

It's like I'm Mr. Hatred & Sophistication But I miss the days when I could risk my paycheck When I spit this dangerous and bitching playlist But nobody wanna play this, I'm pissed and pained I paint a picture with a statement But some are saying I ain't "gangsta" Well no shit, that obvious observation Is borderline racist, but plain as day, ain't it? The same shit on a different day isn't success The fame isn't attained by fickle fucks flexing But inane bitching and blaming em doesn't bump hits I gotta say what I'm saying and say it sucks less Dammit I'm morbid, I'll can up my torment In the morgue while I'm listening to Cannibal Corpse Got a hand on the boards and I'm demanding a chorus But with the banter I'm bored, I'd better bank on aborting this shit

[Verse 1] I'm thinking heretic thoughts, I'm a paradox Cuz every time I try therapist, I'm aware I'm not I keep my fits bottled up in the bars, kissed goodbye to my honest cause Fists are fighting, fly off the walls, Mr. Mighty Mind's often off his Rocker, I'm mental, I get it, half my day is spent In my imagination mending this fragile state that I've been in I'm lacking all incentive, it's laughable lately, end it In actuality, pent up with passion I pay the penance Of confession, confessing to any menacing deed I've said in my speech, anything ever said through my teeth I admit it, I get it, I've been protective of my peace But believe, I'm a wreck until I D-I-E, see [Chorus ] I'm containing the paradox I got the war inside of my head Cuz I rock ignored, but I'm bout to rhyme dead Cliche and Tisse say I'm outta my breadth I keep making heat but I swallow my breath [Verse 2] Every verse that I spit is like a nervous tick Squirm and I fidget when I word this, inertia hits Learning to live with a curse is a worthless gig But I've committed to this circus, ya heard the hits I'm this, that, and the other, pick your poison I get annoyed by my voices but enjoy them I zip my lips, I don't want them to know, let's be honest, I've been unknown Every harmony said lobotomy, listen often, write mental notes I'm tattooing the track Move and attack, boom, bap This dude can rap, "Who is Matt?" Beneath this Santa Claus smile beats the heart of a sewer rat I do this to fumigate body and soul, but all of my art is a part of my woe I'm carving these scars in my arm with the notes that I harness in flow, that's all that she wrote It's out of control, this power, behold, I'm calloused in maladies, talent untold With chemical foes, regret and no hope, no medicine though, but whatever it's dope, so [Verse 3] This is heat vs. hell, freak vs. fail Speak vs. tell, it's me vs. myself I don't know if I can keep in control Cuz they all wanna be the focus, while I'm screaming "hell no!" It's Sauce vs. Matisse, Sauce vs, Matisse It's Sauce vs. matisse, all versions of me "we know" I'm tryna see if I believe if I care or not It's scary when I'm barely there, containing the paradox

[Verse 1] I know I am not at large status, I know I have not made it I am not a pop star rocking out in Las Vegas Sauciepoo's an oddball y'all, I'd rather not make it Tryna take it totally in tune in fame or not, I hate it So I've spoken bits about ownership, so committed I own the shit Focused spitting my flow in this and I show commitment by going in And I don't gotta get a profit to be dope I knock a hit and call it what I want, them honest flows I'm tryna find the truth, rhyming to inspire you Buying all my time a dime a dozen, I denied my youth While I ignite the booth, mind inside a fire tune I find my muse and I can do it all despite the rules [Chorus ] I never sold drugs, and I've never been affiliated With any kind of gang, so everything I sang is somehow so underrated I don't got that hustle, I don't got that grind Got no god damn public that owns my life But ey, it's my mic [Verse 2] I do it cuz I love it, when I do it I have fun with it Loving counts for something so I hum, I'm never done spitting Y'all can follow money, but I suggest you pick your gut, get it? Y'all don't gotta prove what you get done to anyone, bet it So your flow's unknown when you wrote the raps, so alone in that cul-de-sac No commotion and no reactions, so? You wrote it for solely passion And what matters is you have it in what you say The truly vivid euphemisms soothing any pain So breathe in the vocals, squeeze it and hold it, you own it You know that only you control what you flow and set into motion When every hope's a locomotive and going It's gonna roll with the blows and grow into focus, emotion, and soul [Bridge] I do it cuz I love it, it's okay that I have not made it I own it like I want it, I ain't afraid cuz you cannot take it And everything I spit's the best few minutes of my life Get to thinking and write then I get it written, aight? This thing is mine, mission and vision collide I get it in and define who I am, defying the rhyme cuz I

It's like I'm broke and I'm bumming, dope but I'm sucking Hopeless and running out of vocals and humming From my throat like I'm throwing up a gross sack of something So I'm focusing on what I can control, ahh fuck it I got some souls saying I'm a star But then the young folks saying I'm bizarre I'm too old for them bar bits, bitch I'm on that bars shit Hard hitting mosh pit shit, I'm spitting art, get it? Remaining ripping insane cynical shame-ridden Inane rituals, paint pitiful pained visions I relate little, my brain's chemicals stain thinking Creating, crippled and caged, dissonant, dazed, distant Fuck it, I don't know what to think One person says I'm a nut, the other says I'm a king And both are opinionated as fuck, I'm fucking over being Stuck in this muddled mess of a muthafucking hopeless dream