[Verse1]
While you all turn up, I shut that shit down
I’m all but burnt up bitch I’m bout to spit now
So put your dick down and get it through your thick brow
That I ain’t tryna gimmick this shit, I’m tryna rip sound
Can I rap me a feature to slap on your songs? While yall are all drinking and packing your bongs?
Having a ball, trashing the mall, carrying on with the pack of your dawgs?
Naw… …So I’m feeling rejected, my back to the wall
Hopped in my coffin, relax and withdraw, when all that I want is some clapping applause
…Yup, that’s Underground, wond-er-ous sounds, but all fucking around
Hung’ring for crowds, hundreds of thousands come from around, light em up, get em loud
…And that’s the dream, but ain’t nobody here near pragmatic as me
See I have to be when rap laughs at me, I can’t fathom the asshole I’d have to be
So as I’m ripping this Sinima beat, I’m flowing and letting my energy free
I’m knowing I’m potent and spitting that heat, and no one can take this away from Matisse
Nah…Am I really a freak? Really as silly as what I must seem?
I’m willing to feel what I feel to release, but still I’m a millionth of what I could be

[Chorus]
I love this music scene, but what’s it ever done for me?
My lyrics paint a vivid picture but no one bumps Matisse

[Verse 2]
While you all spit turd, tryna get heard
I’ve been scripting words of wisdom, tryna network
But the shit hurts, when ain’t shit worked
I guess I suck at this business, I ain’t big terms
But I’m kind of a dick when I’m working with artists, nobody’s perfect and nobody’s flawless
But lots of these “artists” are farces, talking a lot but not working their hardest
…It’s the curse that we’re scarred with, churning the dirt but not learning to farm
It’s already hard enough herding the heartless, wording a verse and then work in the garden
I’ma plant the seed, might seem mellow but ain’t nobody amped as me
And I can’t believe how all these handsy leeches keep reaching, damn, call my brand Matisse
And if you’re thinking that I’m handing out candy free, I won’t dignify your ass with an answer, please
…I can’t stand to be, below the bottom of this pandering trampoline
Now a lot of this hobby is hogging my time, so why’m I not popular rocking these rhymes?
Why’m I not following stars in the sky? Cuz stars are too hollow to swallow their shine
…So I wallow in mine, cough up my heart while I scrawl a few lines
And all of my sorrow is fostering lies when I tell myself honestly all is all right

[Verse 3]
So as I’m ripping this Sinima beat, I’m flowing and letting my energy free
I’m knowing I’m potent and spitting that heat, and no one can take this away from Matisse
Nah…Am I really a freak? Really as silly as what I must seem?
I’m willing to feel what I feel to release, but still I’m a millionth of what I could be
Nope, I won’t settle for that, but I know I’ll never blow up selling my craft
Oh crap…So to hell with that, yeah I’ve been heavy metal, been to hell and back
And I’ve felt attacked, belted, melted tracks, then I fell back, felt I would shelter Matt
You can’t tell me jack about fulfilled or lacking, cuz I’ve still got skill and the will to rap, what