[Verse1] As I write it down, they come and go Not only in the sound, but my heart and my soul So what you oughtta know is I'm hardened and cold Hungry, starving as an artist, I'm martyred, unknown But I am of the mindset to suck it up and stay grinding Cuz nothing's gonna come up between me and something I'm striving for The thing I'm driving towards, driven, I'm alive and roaring I am a dinosaur, I'm goliath, leviathan, more Than anything that I deserve...ignite the fire, burn I live a life and learn what I am as I write a verse So as I sign a word written in a rhyme unnerved I gotta work on what I care about cuz im a person I am all of you, you are all of me, what up I was coming up a sullen curmudgeon, dying to fuck up Rising at sun up, I am the son of a succubus Silent cynical subject of a maniacal summoning, I am [Chorus] I am [Verse 2] I am tryna work on whatever I can improve on But when I'm gone and forgotten, who has the new song? Who has a noose on living like a fool all-in And getting booed off rhythm by his cruel thoughts? I am too defeatist of me to be in this scene I believe in breathing a beating, but heat don't believe in me I see all the people who hear me here and they're dear to me But the fear in me clearly has steered me weary, satirically I'm a lyrical anomaly, product of psychotically Harnessing all the sonic art philosophy's offered me But oddly I'm not a wannabe god in a harmony I'm a fallen cacophony calming carnage canonically Like a Bible, prodigal I'm psycho Honest I'm an artist, but I'm far from any idol I've likened my life to a lie though I been trying to fight but I'm getting tired yo, I am [Verse 3] I'm a descendant of the gods, Anunnaki Sauce If all of me is all from them, why am I so lost? Why am I uncommon defying logic at all? I'm a product of anomalous ominous signs, raw It's just a shot in the dark Guess I'm not what I thought Cuz I am not what I want But I guess a thought doesn't harm nothing

[Verse 1] That kid Matthew’s got that rapper fuel, caffeinated, I’ll rap a few Kickstarting my sick bars when I drink a part of that fountain’s fluid I'm all about them rowdy tunes, mouthing off as I spout and fume I'm rocking out so how could you ever think of me without a Mountain Dew I admit that I’m addicted but at least it isn't liquor business If I drink a 5th of this, then I tend to get a little intense but this is Nothing like a sip of gin, nor is it more akin to Guinness This is like when I rip the sickest rhythm and then we get to listen This a Code Red, get it I'm a Live Wire Most’ll never rhyme flyer, I'm imbibing my vibrant 'shine And I look up at the moon, these Oompa Loompa tunes and my lines I'm a guy who's riding that sugar high up all the way to my room when I’m Asleep, it's that crash, you couldn't get me up if you asked But when I do get up, get a dew cuz I’m gonna fill it up in that glass Taco Bell and that Baja Blast, that Sangrita’s swell citrus smash Sip this passion, this is Matt’s, I love this drink so I spit this track, what [Chorus] I'm rapping caffeinated cuz I guzzle down sweets And I’m acting batshit crazy cuz I guzzle down sweets This is Matt and I have to taste it so I can guzzle down sweets Guzzle down sweets [Verse 2] Let's be honest, I'm a Pepsi product and I bet these bars are interesting aren't they? Got a question? Carbonated lessons starting, I'm professor Sauce and I'm a tenured artist I don't want an intervention hardly, it's a blessing, call this an ascension, godly Got me guzzling a gallon, then another gallon, and getting me set this off Condiments in my saucy spitting and I'm lost without it cuz I’m awesome with it Lofty lyricism, mosh in the mix, and I'm causing hemorrhaging, noxious singing And I’m drinking cans, drinking, damn, the last of the fridge pack is in my hand Get that cooler and crack that 2 liter, this man's moody and needs his jam Dude, do the Dew. You don't want it? You got your brew? Who's that monstrous nuisance artisan who's in charge of the groovy tunes? Me? Y’all sitting at shit bars while I spit sick bars til I've lost all tooths, eww But I’ve got awesome news, now I've got that 2 liter, Dew for me, and then Dew for my crew, that’s you [Verse 3] I need that carbonated water, high fructose corn syrup Sodium benzoate, preserves freshness Caffeine I said Sodium benzoate preserves freshness

[Verse 1] A lot of rappers say that they're the shit, but they're not, man A lot of fancy enhancements, god damn They're not a hit, but they get their business on brand Then they get the listeners "I can't quit, I got fans!" Who though? It ain't nobody you know And can't nobody boo over kudos to you folks, too slow It ain't a loophole, you all know it's true though Lower your expectations You go to work after ain't nobody heard that And ain't nobody yearn for you rapping any words, sad And worried cuz you're sure that a rapper spitting verses as Perfect as you have is deserving of a sure path It's the entitlement and attitude Like everybody gotta pat you on the back But alas, you're a hack and youre wack so you have to Lower your expectations [Bridge] You dream of fans who're insane and bump you as they pay for stuff And live it up like theyre ballers on the weekend But instead of a whole bunch, you've got no one Slow the dreaming to one fan, its over, you woke up [Chorus] Now you might think that this guy (girl) only exists in your mind Guess what? You're right So if you thinking that you're all alone And ain't nobody want a song with your vocals on it And you know you're focused but a hopeless soul Guess what? You're right [Verse 2] This year is the year you make it right? It's not last year, that year was anybody But the year before that you said everybody's Gonna know your hobby by today, yeah right Realize that to make your buck It's gonna take work and patience on top of luck And it aint too common so you gotta fucking Lower your expectations And do it for the fun, fucking do it for the art form Do it cuz you love it, not because you want the props for it It seems the passion is lost in a locked drawer Because every act, all they ever wants a hot story They got delusions of grandeur They wanting all the loot handed to em, dammit Doing a dance with your jam doesn't guarantee a fan, better Lower your expectations

[Verse 1] I try to believe that I aint lost, but All I see is evil and I'm washed up As I keep releasing Tisse and Sauce stuff A final draft? I aint nothing but a mockup I should use my words to write a human verse And maybe fuel improvement of our putrid earth The irrefutable hurt that people do is worse Than our imaginary enemies, consumed and cursed Does hell dwell with the devil beneath? Naw, it's on our level where we step with our feet We're no separate being,s but we're neglecting to see That every negative featurette is reflective of each of us [Chorus] She smiles at me, I hold her close And in this moment, time has stopped I should have walked away, I should have let you go Maybe I'm better off alone [Verse 2] My music's a makeshift escape From purest pain that our brainwaves create I hate that I've stayed complacent with the state our states are in But hate ain't making the change Ignorance is bliss for the ones who ignore it But more important are the poor and the war-torn who endure it But every time I talk curing, it's rhetorical I'm bored scoring my short life unimportant But through the music I do I get to forget all the horror Nothing compares to the joy I get from recording It's like a fortress in audio, bolt the door Cuz I'm already over mourning our fallen and all the corpses [Verse 3] I hold the music close, she's a lavish liar While all the world's in motion, I'm static, denial Guess I've had it with trials, but through the madness and pious Idiot attitude I have, I have imagined a smile It seems it's in our nature to be damaging Like we are the cancer, vicious and ravaging Excuse my lack of faith in this ageless calamity But I'm a tune away from walking away from humanity I shoulda done it long ago, but I couldn't let us go So I been going through the motions, hopeless on the low So I bottle my emotions slow But when I focus on my flow I've a home within what I wrote

[Chorus ] Just one bad day [Verse 1] Wait I'm on now? I thought I had a minute I'm a lad living a gag, sick and I'm mad, livid Saying "I'm the sanest man alive!!" But that's a lie cuz I'm batshit I'm a halfwitted wack spitting chap but imagine If that one bad day were to come Matt's way Thats a bum rap, play it as my tongue tracks takes Plate a crumb, bad taste, ain't enough, facts faked As I run fast paced till I'm done, Matt's grave In a lucid dream reducing you and me to lunacy Soon to be a fluent speaker of buffoonery A mutiny aboard my ship, it sunk into the sea Between you and me I cannot (can of) tune a (tuna) fish to a key The bittersweet pain among men is having knowledge With no power to use it, it's paradoxical, stupid I promise all this is honest, see you can call me a lunatic Y'all don't wanna be onto me, I'm psychotic, I knew it cuz just one [Verse 2] Yo I'll remain with it even though I'm making no change with it Stay with it, making my memories as I say lyrics Ain't a day when I don't play with a page written Sane isn't a synonym for the way I'm living "dangerous!" I've got 24 hours til I go and tear my hair out Cuz I'm over sharing zero with these overbearing arrogant Inferior parrots who don't care about the weirdos "Polly want a cracker??" This crap is for the sparrows I eat chicken in greased rhetoric, keep spitting Cuz beef's better with cheese, cheddar in cheeks, winning Believe every beats beckoning, "please rip it!" I need steady release, chemicals cease thinking Positive, hidden and it's obvious I'm a dichotomy, call me uncommon common sense But no promises...I got a lot on my mind and this Song is all that's between me and ominous darkness, one day [Verse 3] My mental patience is fading, grace on the wane I stay scoffing, saying I ain't all deranged You can't call me crazy as long as I create There's a method to my madness, think thoughts, delay that day When I go insane because of one bad day

[Verse 1] Black holes, spacetime I'm roaming in this body, but it ain't mine Yo asshole, I ain't lying I'm focused but I know I'm bout to fade while I'm playing these Alarming acts of artistry harnessing heart and all of that I could be common, but I'm martyred cuz the market's hacked Can't nobody call me a copycat cuz I wanna rap I bout to be the bombest set of balls within this art, I'm Matt And I'll swallow my pride for a bottle of Dew, it's the pop that I choose, is it bothering you? I bit off a lot but I'm not gonna chew, I'ma spit it, I'm rude and I'm hot in the booth And even if you don't believe me, replay And relay what Tisse say to each place where you be staying This songs near dope, kids all weird though This Sauce fierce flowing is sick, cough, clear throat It's on weirdos, spit balls smeared, smoke And mirrors til its clear I'm bout to hear "all ears yo!!" [Chorus] My poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion I know I need the verse, but whats a word without action? The man in the stanzas is damaged but bandaged And hoping tat his poetry won't leave him abandoned He's hoping that he'll grow to know his own niche alone So he can focus on his poetry, he knows what he wrote's dope [V2] Dark matter, parallels I could be harnessing this art but thoughts would never tell Stars scatter, my vision fails And I'm shattered cuz I'm caught within this vivid hell, they done got me Chained as I'm spitting deep within my sleep paralysis Embarrassed cuz my parents aren't aware whose scary child this is I'm out of common sense, lawless in my politics And honestly I'm not convinced possession isn't on the list And I'll slay em like I am a Saiyan awakened in mayhem, I'll take em and lay em all down A crazier face than the zaniest anime player, I'm caking on makeup, insane as the clown, wow So even if you never heard of me Turn this heathen up and burn the speakers up like I murder beats It's all clear yo, this Sauce here's dope This song's sheer poetry pissed on career folks His soul fears no one, spits so lyrical Mix goes aerial, flowing in his own earphones

[Verse 1] You gotta live a life as a fantasy And not a mannequin man akin to a fan of freaks Manic calamity, panicked victim of vanity Frantically entangled in vandalism of cherished dreams They'll call it parody, but you'll call it clarity Staring at the man in the mirror there and comparing each And every breath of air you breathe in heresy with verity They'll never be unique and free as you are lyrically Comment in a homonym and homophone You're all around an artist and they're all about the faux Flow, part of their marketing MO So? I bet its not the part you wanna know, oh You got the beats and the know-how Got the vocals and the speech and the flow down But your product in the streets of a ghost town Cuz you ain't got the people fiending for the dope sound [Chorus ] This goes out to my unsung friends Unsung vocalists and unsung guests Unsung hopefuls and the unsung sets The unsung focus of unsung trends [Verse 2] So you life isn't what you planned it'd be Beneath the manners your vanishing where you can't be seen There's the heir to insanity, barely sticking to sanity Standard serendipity's anagrammed in calamity But error can't defeat your wherewithal apparently Daring the arid and arrogant scene to scare the sheep Carefree, impaired, and preparing to feed the feral beast But you're barely there to compare to anything They make a lotta dollars at a show But you do what you wanna when you want to on your own So you're independent, dope But ain't nobody know about your opus, you're unknown You got the beats and the know-how Got the vocals and the speech and the flow down But your product in the streets of a ghost town Cuz you ain't got the people fiending for the dope sound [Verse 3] So this goes out to my unsung friends The unsung vocalists, unsung guests The unsung hopefuls and unsung sets The unsung focus of unsung trends You got the beats and the know-how Got the vocals and the speech and the flow down But your product in the streets of a ghost town Cuz you ain't got the people fiending for the dope sound