[Verse 1]
It seems like every song I spit’s ignored or viewed in passing
If you want me to do some more or you want me to mute, just ask me
I keep keeping up this rapping cuz people keep on clapping
At least the few who feel like saying “Dude, you so nasty!!”
I could do more than shoot porn with new torque as I lube ornaments
You force into new corners in crude orgies of cute horny
Sorority newbies joining a brute force in a new form
While I scoop foreign newborns outta loose whores with a shoehorn
Ooh boy… it sounds like I’ve finally had that bad day
Jack’s way, a cracked brain making way for the mad insane
Out of sight and out of mind, you all look at me that way
“Your rap’s lame” That bad, eh? Then how come I’ve got mad plays?
I’m kidding, they’re little, so minimal, I’m obsolete
The only way I get these Tweeps to follow me is follow sprees
Golly gee, god I wanna be the hottest, honestly
But modesty is all I breathe and topically I’m not that heat
[Verse 2]
Maybe I should change my ways, am I saying I should paint my face?
And make my makeup shaped up like the Jokerr with an Asian blade?
Say my name in your shameless game and I’ll take this razor and make filets
Save it babe, my tongue’ll cut you fucking cunts, I came the steak
That you ate this evening, ain’t I seedy? …Fuck that I’m just plain creepy
Playing beats and spraying heat, serrated teeth chew bangers easy
But no one sees me, seems like I’m an undiscovered species
Underrated, underappreciated by these laymen, now leave me be
Secrecy, I need dark to sleep in peace
I’m a hardened carnivore and I’m starving for tasty beats to eat
Feed me heat and I’ll carve it clean, I’m a shark who’s scarred through ancient deeds
And arctically coldhearted demons who martyred me to keep the peace
Now I speak silently, screaming oh so violently
Tryna be this vibrant beam of light within this quiet dream
I’m kinda beat…I’m trying but I cannot succeed
Why can’t I believe that I can be the kind of freak who buyers need?
[Verse 3]
I keep having the same dream where these lame people hate me
Saying I’m too tame for their horrorcore, but too morbid for mainstream
Claiming they can’t label me, what’s the horrible vacancy?
If labels can’t stay framing me, then shouldn’t I be breaking free?
I guess the niche markets where this really fits aren’t as
Common as I want ‘em to be, harmony in pitch, target
Bars at darker kids while barring kids who’re far too sick-hearted
I’ve got hardly anyone, but I’ma get this shit started, Sauce
credits
from Tisse,
released April 20, 2015
Prod. XIT Productions
Mixed by Sinatti Pop
"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.
Soul-searching hip-hop from this Florida rapper, with lyrics that dig deep and take an unflinching look at life’s questions. Bandcamp New & Notable May 1, 2023