Sauce Is Matisse - Hapa Lyrics

I am Matt Tsoy, they also call me Sauce or call me Tisse
I spit bars so y'all be spitting teeth when I'm on a beat
And honestly...I feel like I been on a streak
Because everything I script is impeccable, I'm a beast
Picture tentacles tangling all the women you're banging
And spraying seminal vesicles from my testicles hanging
Below my heavy erect and molesting member, my wang and
I'm sick as any explicit image depicted in manga
Got dang bruh... grand mom is Ok Doo Ok, y'all
I gotta walk the walk, dog I'm talking bout songs
I gotta catch 'em all like a Pokemon god
And be a master of this craft, martial artist with the bars
And I hear racists saying teriyaki
But I'm one who from the heavens came, I am Anunaki
I'm a god with these bars spitting, I ain't being cocky
I just say it like it is kids, listen up and watch me

What?

Go and be yourself, don't worry bout the labels
Go and be yourself, don't label, label

My name is Matthew Paul and I had a father and a mother
While I grew up as a youngin' in the motherfucking suburbs
What...with opportunities abundant
I was lucky as a leprechaun, the money stuff was covered
My mother is a ginge who knew Russian, French, and German
In addition to her native tongue, I'm meant to be a wordsmith
Tisse'll spit a verse, vivid when you heard this
Pissing on my learning with some words, and it burns dick, but
I don't tend to think I'm the Peter Griffin of spitting
Even though everything that I rip is freaking ridiculous
Listen I'm invisible but lyrical rhetoric's
Subtle telltale tremor's in the rhythm, addictive dissonance
I lived in privilege, an educated heretic
Aware that I'd been taken care of, never been a derelict
I'm arrogant, I dare to spit, so parents this is serious
So bury me in serial therapy sessions, swear I'm fixed