Sauce Is Matisse - Hit Single Lyrics

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

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

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

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...