EQ the Music

I got that skill, bars bounce, and I'm interested in music
Got that real hard sound, and I been invested to do this
Y'all are stupid but call it cool, whatever gets your emptiness through this
I'm in tune with all my muses, y'all are tempting the nuisance
So you did it for the money, you did it for the shows
You did it for the cliche honeys and the faux
Where them posers be? I'm not what I'm 'posed ta be
I guess my flows too heat to be that emotional geek, but
I don't give a fuck bout a stereotype
I got the word, spread it and find out what my stereo's like
Get hype, hit em with the mic, spit it in an aerial strike
And I'm a what? Dude you do a deuce then where do you wipe? "Oh, right..."
Sauciepoo's that diarrhea, yeah I'm the shit
I'm that cocky dude who'd rather keep on rapping than quit
I'm bout that spit, frown at glitzy ditzy downers and dicks
I found that mix down in D.C., now I'm drowning in hits, bitch

See how we do
We EQ the music

I'm a bit of that one-two pop, a bit of that ooh and that ah
And a bit of that punk, rude rock, a bitter confusion and gall
And a bit of that beatbox, get it that groove and that style
And I'm intuitive when I EQ the music and rhyme
But beasting ain't enough, these tunes ain't been played enough
Tisse has made a statement but the statement ain't been made a fucking
Staple so it's wasted, a vacant basement contains it all
I'd say I'm sane but it's way insane to keep making 'em
I'm a nobody, but I'm somebody to somebody
And somebody want me to keep up with my dumb hobby
And rock it, I got it in my blood and my lungs, I gotta be
Honest if I wanna keep on Saucing these songs, Condiment Opera
I got my mic and my setup, the lights off, I'm fed up
We might be a nice set of pipes but you're never
Gonna like it the way that you like whats embedded
In your psyche, your vices enticed, but I'm better