Sauce Is Matisse - A Loud Mind (Creative) Lyrics

Yo, eyo
I got a lot up in this noggin that is not okay
thought after thought is all I've got, and I rap it all away
I'm tryna rock it, passing nonsense off as commonplace
But when my song is played, an awesome passion dominates
Ominous rawness off in darkness deep in shamans voodoo
Y'all don't buy this Sauce, you're cheap and salty like you're Ramen noodles
So I'm gonna chew through every cocky sheep who's rhyming doodoo
But timing is crucial, sayonara, say goodbye, adieu to
Me, Matisse, I'm about to leave this scene a quitter
See me being bitter, keep believing I was scheming bigger
And dreaming pictures up of feelings that I piece together
Weakened and withered is my speech but I'm a lethal spitter

I say I have no down time
But when I rap I'm like "about time!"
Because I'm happy when I spout rhymes
Matisse in Matthew is a loud mind

Hey now every time I try to take a moment going slow I tend to throw it all away and favor "no"
But do I waste it? Nahhh
I gotta take it as I go so as I play it, savor moments Cuz I know I'll never blow
But I gotta stay creative
Yeah I gotta stay creative
Yeah I gotta stay creative
Cuz I gotta stay creative or I'm bound to go insane
So I gotta stay creative

The trouble with coming up from out the underground is something bout
How every time we cut a sound we shove it down the publics mouths
And they ain't bout to stop and listen to us fuck around
They bump their plastic rappers, they ain't hungry for another sound
Music marks a level head, but ain't no body want my meds
What do I call a career that never started? Cuz it's hardly "dead"
I remain creative, keep my brain away from starving debt
Rap is both a passion and distraction from my martyred mess
So love it or leave it, debunk or believe it
Breathe in the frequencies sung, let 'em seep in
Creep in and be with you, underneath your sleek skin
And leech it out or keep it in, I'm one with heathen scenes' kin

Every single song I write is awesome to a troglodyte
But really where my lofty sight is set is bossing all your hype
I'm often locked inside this coffin offing all the lights
And coughing up sick comments like I'm vomiting my bark and bite
Foam at my mouth, I'm alone in my house "WORD?"
Those I'm around, yeah they know I'm about WORK
Focused and loud, honing vocals in foul VERSE
Open my mouth, not outspoken but now HEARD
I fake stasis, late my brain races
I'm pacing, I stay creative, blame hatred
Sedated, complacent angst remains patient
I'm pained as I paint this rage away, face it
I can't quit