Here it is, fam. New joint from Hygiene & Sauce.K—Yellow Card. We worked hard on this. We like it. We wrote & recorded at The Music District in Fort Collins, Colorado (reppin’ NoCo!) and then we sent it off for mixing & mastering by Josh Shirt at Shirty Mastering. We couldn’t be happier with the result.
You can check out Sauce.K’s work at https://beacons.ai/sauce.k
In this verse I rehearse we converse anytime
Wind it all back, then subtract from ‘99
The day that I recall it went very badly
Sadly, man, the few flew the many
A friend and a big sister of mine
It was different then with a little valentine
Differences had been the difference between you and I
It wasn’t your fault. I needed to fly
Like a bird on acid
I was feeling tied down and captured
Feeling like “Lord—just bring the rapture”
I’ll shimmy on out just like Ol Dirty Bastard
Or more like yippie ki-yay
Like Bruce Willis at Christmas dinner with Kanye
Seems like a decent picture of a family
Proverbial orphan virtually sing orphan Annie
Sit back, relax
Man, I love this instrumental
My beats flow like Keats
Spit bars that’s essential
To hit hard—that big stick up in the East
Get a yellow card
Drop the heat for world peace
Used to skate after dark
Meet my dawgs at the park
Pass me the ball imma shoot like a superstar
Clean quick release just like Jordan when it starts to fall
I can even hit it from the 3 just give me the call
Bad little honey down the street said gimme a call
Guess my luck is going down my way like a leprechaun
Wait until I stand up on a plate hit it out the park
Everyone is all up on my wave like I’m Noah’s ark
You can call me crazy but instead I go by bizarre
I be smoking so much of this paper pass me a cigar
I be plucking strings behind the scenes like an air guitar
I be walking pockets heavy bands like I’m Shalamar
Rolling through the street with the team yeah we do it all
Riding bmx we supreme cuz we standing tall
Yeah we standing tall
So just pass the ball
Sit back, relax
Man, I love this instrumental
My beats flow like Keats
Spit bars that’s essential
To hit hard
That big stick up in the East
Get a yellow card
Drop the heat for world peace
Sit back, relax
Man, I love this instrumental
My beats flow like Keats
Spit bars that’s essential
To hit hard
That big stick up in the East
Get a yellow card
Drop the heat for world peace
Don’t tell me “go respect the tech vibe”
I’m out on surround to get respect from all sides
A deft tribe. Call collect to get inside
I jimmy the lock, but the spot got insecticide
Catch me round the back with face paint and bandana
Hit ‘em with groove like Santana’s grandma
Then split like Van Damme. Home repair with Thor’s hammer
Mjölnir crush this bad mamma-jamma
Worthy of life, deserve death at the same time
Quantum physics got me turned on a dame’s dime
Despite these sway rhymes I could spit lines or click mines
Despite this atmosphere I could still breathe fire
I’m living proof it don’t matter how outcast it gets
Nobody gets to box me up.
I’m like expanding foam in Bruce’s hands
Abscond the plot with the phone booth’s cash
Sit back, relax
Man, I love this instrumental
My beats flow like Keats
Spit bars that’s essential
To hit hard
That big stick up in the East
Get a yellow card
Drop the heat for world peace
Sit back, relax
Man, I love this instrumental
My beats flow like Keats
Spit bars that’s essential
To hit hard
That big stick up in the East
Get a yellow card
Drop the heat for world peace