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HOT SAUCE FROM HELL

by Postell Pringle

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HSFH Intro 00:39
"Chaka Zulu up inside your stereo. This is nonstop hip hop...once again, ladies and gentlemen..."
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INTRO_scratches Once again ladies and gentlemen... VERSE 1 We used to say... RUN, RUN STEP! - We’re still yellin’ it Once again ladies and gentlemen...it’s Postell and it’s The immaculate conception, the super villain that’s Bout to steal the rap election. Go tell your delegates I put the checks in the mail. If they expect cash My perverted stankin’ ass is the definition of elegance It’s gettin’ harder for rappers to stay relevant Bout as easy as fuckin’ pedophiles stayin’ celebate RUN, RUN STEP! - The abolition dance Runaway slave mentality, you’d probably piss your pants I never miss the cance to fuck their white women Psychological revenge for all the niggas that these crackers lynched Afro-American? I’m Black as shit! Just try snatchin’ the fried chicken up off my plate I’d like ta have a fit! You ain’t know the half of it ‘less you one of these beige niggas that’s all the rage nigga Like Colin Kapernick Or Russel Wilson, Drake and ‘em jumpin’ out the drawer Of a light skinn’ded negro store called Al B. Sure’s “Gefilte makes you vomit” This shit sounds like Tip and Phife when they was still with Ali Shaheed Muhammad So call me Jack the Rapper I’m jackin’ Eminem, Ghostface, Mace Even jackin’ Frank Zappa Raised in Decatur, roots in Cackalack Brooklyn - get to steppin’ like a Phi Beta Kappa You niggas betta... CHORUS_scratches RUN, RUN STEP! Once again ladies and gentlemen... VERSE 2 Step In The Arena and it’s No More Mister Nice Guy Take me out my Deep Concentration?...nigga, nice try Check The Technique, I get ovations To Flip The Script and Bust Your Shit’s just a Daily Operation Live by the Code Of The Streets, my Street Ministry Pay us or they’ll be Chaos in this Soliloquy Fuck Around and Lay Around?...there’s no time to burn You gotta Speak Ya Clout ‘cause Mass Appeal is Hard To Earn New York Straight Talk - don’t holla bout love Till the Moment Of Truth. This is In Memory Of One of the Illest in an era who’s now Above The Clouds If you believe in higher powers, Tha Ownerz is Zonin’ Out Don’t Take It Personal, Take Two and Pass the cannabis You Know My Steez, now watch me Manifest ‘Cause It’s a Long Way To Go If You Don’t Know Where Ya Goin’ If You Don’t Know Where Goin’ sit back and let me handle this Before my debut ‘Salsa From Hell’ Keith Elam’s in The Planet rappin’ bout The Place Where We Dwell Now I reside in Bed-Stuy, they callin’ me a hipster Grew up on that Gangstarr so I don’t give a shit, sir This for my team - still havin’ Technic and SP 1200 dreams Shout out to Preme! Still cypher with my inner circle This is homage to the Gifted Unlimited rapper whose Rhymes is Universal OUTRO Keith Elam The G to the U to the R U Rest. In. Peace. Shout to the Gangstarr Foundation Select Personnel [Productions]... CHORUS_scratches RUN, RUN STEP! Once again ladies and gentlemen...
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Osiris 03:37
VERSE 1 (Nuh!) The Osiris of the shit This here feel like Wu-Tang forever bitch Obscure samples, 16-bit drums Cush smoke in my lungs, nigga, feel like '96 Or more like a G took 'bout 90 hits From a vaporizer. [I] got the munchies Ate rapper snacks - emcee appetizers Old but I ain't gettin' wiser You know you're trill when your Deutschland fans be yellin' that's "That's my scheisse!" Made your girl blush like she saw the size of my erect penis. Made her gush, but more like a geyser Stingy with the bush, call her pussy miser She still murder the dick, swear to God, nobody gets it live-er [I] ain't bein facetious. Man, I'ma fan You ain't know? Your hoe got the coldest skull cross the land 'Specially with them overactive saliva glands Talk a lot but chugs a cock like a budweiser can What a woman! I'll probably write this song about her. Just to show you suckas I'm the trillest nigga out here It's reasonable, but I doubt there's a goddamn one who rocks like Jason Whether it's ‘in’ or ‘outdoors’. "You know nothin’" Before, you knew a bloodclottin’ lot I freeze up all these hip hoppers that you swear is hot Postell, that's the name - please wear it out! Apologies in advance, Mama, I'm 'bout to swear a lot [A] good protestant upbringing, [my] parents can't condone sinfulness. Specifically, when I confess it on microphones Religiously I've grown. In fact, I'm droppin' Big Baby Jesus shits. Call me Asun Jones (Nuh!) CHORUS The Osiris of the shit! R. I. P. ODB, forever bitch Stick out our necks like an ostrich No days off until it pays off And leave a nigga awful rich Act like you know, like you won an Oscar, bitch Or call the cops, yo. We ‘bout to kill it With extreme prejudice, like a bigot The crowds screamin', when I say "Can You Dig It!" VERSE 2 Last but never least. Beast long, forever last Like I got a GED, see I ain't never had no class, nigga Graduated from the school of hard knocks With some hard rocks who sold hard rock just to get cash, nigga Blue tops. Adidas shoe box - where they stashed figures Talk shit and back it up like they eatin' ass, nigga Smoke you like hash cigarettes Punk shawdies, Kurupt young gottis They probably rap with Daz, Nigga So please don't think I ain't a Warrior. The armor I got on don't chink Oh… And even if my plans get wrinkled, my start don't twinkle I still get plenty hole that's pink A hard on for hard drums and my dick don't shrink Drop feces on you hoes like my shit don't stink So, so let me see your hands in the sky 'fore I go Like Shimmy shimmy ya, Shimmy yam, shimmy yuh (Nuh!) CHORUS The Osiris of the shit! R. I. P. ODB, forever bitch Stick out our necks like an ostrich No days off until it pays off And leave a nigga awful rich Act like you know, like you won an Oscar, bitch Or call the cops, yo. We ‘bout to kill it With extreme prejudice, like a bigot The crowds screamin', when I say "Can You Dig It!" OUTRO I can bake rhymes good as a Tastykake I can bake I - I - I can bake I - I - I can bake rhymes good as a Tastykake I can bake rhymes good as a Tastykake I can bake rhymes good as a Tastykake I can bake I - I can bake I - I can bake rhymes good as a Tastykake mix / This style? I mastered this NUH!
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VERSE 1 [Postell] Me and my guy B Side was in the ride Bumpin’ Tribe out the trunk, feel the thump like it’s ‘95 Everybody young and old feelin’ the vibe Hotter than July but we the coldest niggas alive We decide to hit a club downtown Manhattan I’m in the passenger, tonight B-Side’s the captain Get inside and, yup, the crowd is crackin’ Head to the bar for a shot of yack and Something to sip on. Dip on, shake a hip on the dancefloor DJ’s playin’ them jams that women and men throw up they hands for Suddenly I see a broad with a vicious booty Slender waist, china doll face and delicious boobies Type of bod that’ll make you write an homage Couldn’t be real - That ass has to be a mirage Oh. My. Gosh! There ain’t no shame in my game I walked over, asked her name, she said it plain (Nicki Minaj) Stop playin’! Just like the sanger? Ya kinda look like her, you could be her doppelganger Started grindin’ and feelin’ on her body parts Her behind commit a crime ‘cause her booty stole my heart Exchanged digits. Usually a playa play But she invaded my brain, had to text her right away To say “Shawdy, don’t want you to get it twisted But I’d be remiss if I didn’t tell you this miss…” CHORUS People want what Grandma and Grandaddy had But they ain’t had choices, Baby we do! If I could stop the record, spin it back and then Play it one mo’ gin, I think I’d choose you VERSE 2 If you can’t comprehend the hold Nicki had on me Obviously, bro, you ain’t know of her anatomy Hourglass! Hoping our past ‘causes chemistry Must be obsessed because I had to see I learned ‘the game’ from pimps in Cadillacs O.G. players with canes, big frames, no cataracts Guarding my ego, like “She ain’t all that” But screamed like a giddy school girl when she chose to call me back And forth for weeks. Til’ Nicki finally invite me over Thinkin’ I’ma ‘git it, git it’. She gave me the cold shoulder She said let’s keep it open. Told me to slow my motor Plot thickens ‘cause my Charles Dickens really wants some closure Now I’m never sober. Can only dream to hold her Til’ one night she pulls up to my crib in a tinted Rover Long trench coat, Manolo’s and bare shoulders Opens up the coat and she was more bare, even lower Took command, put a clutch on my baby cobra Almost exploded in my pants like a supernova Worked my black boner all night like a slave owner Before Nicki left I grabbed her arm and told her CHORUS People want what Grandma and Grandaddy had But they ain’t had choices, Baby we do! If I could stop the record, spin it back and then Play it one mo’ gin, I think I’d choose you (Choose who?) Choose you Yeah, I’d probably choose you (Choose who?) Choose you Yeah, I know I’d choose you Baby, I choose you! VERSE 3 Ain’t never met a woman that made me that loopy Feel like my man Mos and she Ms. Fat Booty My homie B complains, he say I went insane Only thang ever on my brain is (Nicki Minaj) He say, if there’s a looney bin, I should check in All I know is that I’m at her call if she beckons Worst case of pussy whippin’ that you ever witnessed Feel like I cam down with a sickness called (Nicki Minaj) Similar to AIDS...or maybe just the mumps I’m dyin’ cause she ain’t text or called me in months Goin’ through withdrawal like an addict shootin’ junk Spankin’ while I’m thankin’ bout her trunk. OH! (Nicki Minaj) I’m over her though. It’s been like half a year I’m good now. WIth a new girl. Just so you all are clear Then out of nowhere. Nicki’s at me door, trench coat like before And then she whispers in my ear... OUTRO CHORUS [Lil RASPY] People want what Grandma and Grandaddy had But they ain’t had choices, Baby we do! If I could stop the record, spin it back and then Play it all again, I think I’d choose you (Choose who?) Choose you Yeah, I’d probably choose you (Choose who?) Choose you Yeah, I know I’d choose you
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VERSE 1 Yo - What I have to say is tough baby, but I don’t believe in love You’ll start it with a push, I’ll end it with a shove You rainin’ down affection, I’m drownin’ in your flood From every angle you strangle me, baby, with your hugs You say you “Love me” but - but what the hell is “Love”? That ain’t sufficient. Clarify what it encompasses It’s monstrous, confuses all of us We wax poetic, pathetic shit, more accurate to call it lust When you look at me - I blush, just your smell - I caught a rush But your sensuous kisses - girl, that’s not enough I buy a lot of stuff - expensive food to feed you Fancy thangs to treat you, and still that ain’t no guarantee to keep you You say it’s all that you feel? I’ve seen my parents fall in, then out of it that quick - so how could it be real?! Some say it last long but we not Bill or Camille So sick of love songs, girl, and I’m not even Neo But still, you inspire me to write ‘em Irrational, taught emotions is vaginal, have to fight ‘em With zeal - dreamin’ that we could be an item But them dreams ain’t welcome here, so please don’t invite ‘em CHORUS And it feels like a game that I’ll never win So baby, Say that you love me again Yeah Yeah Say that you love me... Yeah VERSE 2 Liebe. Aşk. Ai. Mi amor. Six thousand ways to say “Love”. You’ve heard ‘em all before Girl, I ain’t no hater or mean muggin’ But if you say it million times, how the fucks it ‘spose to mean somethin’ Sure your favorite sangers sing about it. Can’t trust them, man, they wouldn’t have a damn career without it My heros were rappers, former trappers with flows And lesson one was that we shouldn’t love you hoes ‘Cause you can’t believe ‘em. And every playa ‘bove you knows Even if I actually love you though?... STOP! -- You’re breakin’ down my defenses. Feel it sinking’ in, so - (Say that you love me…) -- NO! Listen Juliet, I don’t wanna be your Romeo I ain’t Bobby Brown, I don’t need a Tender Roni, yo I ain’t makin’ no retro love jams, I ain’t Chromeo “No, means, No” This love’s not consensual Cause we gotta meet in the middle before we grow Or we’ll be at each other's throats before we know And I don’t wanna fight you toe-to-toe But before you reach the door, gotta make it clear for you go CHORUS That I know it’s just a game that I’ll never win So lady, Say that you love me again Yeah Yeah Say that you love me… Yeah Say that you love me again Yeah Yeah Say that you love me... Yeah
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VERSE 1 Feels like this life keeps closing in on us It happens so much it makes it hard to adjust See, I never ever felt this way No. I can’t wait Now. I can’t wait To sleep ‘cause in my dreams Is where we’d live each day If I had my way Everything’d be okay But I know now that by and by We’d go astray, so I can’t stay Remember it was... CHORUS (Just you & me) That’s all I ever wanted (Just you & me) I thought it’d never be (Just you & me) Until it finally was (Just you & me) Now it just ain’t enough VERSE 2 We used to fuck all night long Wake up [and] Cherish the Day like a Sade song Hopeful and so soulful You got a Mob of Goodies and pussy was like Soul Food To this old fool. I call it ‘comforting’ My pleasure was to find your buried treasure - make you cum for me Never selfish with your love, you’d save some for me [You] knew something would hurt my pride, you would play dumb for me But when you’d run for me, I’d run away Treated commitment like it meant somebody took my fun away We’d fight like Mr. & Mrs. Smith - guns a blaze But without you at night, it’s like somebody took the sun away They warn you ‘bout the premature “I Do” Somehow we disease’d like diabetes - Type Two Back then, I was psyched too But what I know now, I wish that I knew. When it was just… CHORUS 2x (Just you & me) That’s all I ever wanted (Just you & me) I thought it’d never be (Just you & me) Until it finally was (Just you & me) Now it just ain’t enough BRIDGE 2x Just you and me now Just you and me now Just you... Just me... VERSE 3 I wrote a song, summer ‘95 Hopin’ somewhere it’d be heard, bringin’ someone to my side Who would ride wit me and confide in me Plus abide with my foolishness, hooliganishness and my wide Range of mood swings. Need a mood ring just to know Which ones comin’ next. If I could I would show You. But it wouldn’t change the outcome The “What if I’d done’s” or the “How come’s” Naw. Never been much of a romantic No sweet nothin’. No Voyage to Atlantis All and all, glad you succame to my advances But see we had our chance when it was… CHORUS 2x (Just you & me) That’s all I ever wanted (Just you & me) I thought it’d never be (Just you & me) Until it finally was (Just you & me) Now it just ain’t enough OUTRO Remember it was just… That’s all I ever wanted I thought it’d never be Until it finally was Naw, it ain’t enough, darlin’ (4x) That’s all I ever wanted I thought it’d never be Until it finally was Now it just ain’t enough
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VERSE [Postell] Yeah, here we go again I’m like Dougie or Ricky and this is called The Show, and then Call up your hoes again, tell ‘em call me The Pervert if I ain’t yet had the lovely of knownin’ them Decatur, GA is my origins Brooklyn’s where you go, by the way, you wanna see more of him And if you don’t, you’re better off ignorin’ him ‘Cause even glancing in my direction I view as encouragement Like a panhandler that’s on your train Smellin’ like cheese, beggin’ “please, can you spare some change” Singin’ off key, ain’t crazy but you can’t call me sane Avoid my eye contact but I know that y’all hear what I’m sayin’ BING-BONG! Watch your ass as the doors close Screamin’ stop the violence while I’m reaching for my 4-4 Dance my nigga jig and steppin’ all on your toes Show up late for your party and eat all of your hor d'oeuvres It’s hard to be a fan of us Run up in your house and housin’ all your lil dill cucumber and mayo sandwiches My fam is barely standin’ us Have the type of nights [that] the next morning I get a huge bill for all the damages I’m all cantankerous, I call all of ‘em slanders I grip my balls and pause for all of the cameras Y’all shoot the shit like enimas You’re kinda _________, but you’re cool. Like you all from Canada Came up in a different era - The Ninties, nigga. Couldn’t even rap unless you had a pair a Balls, a pound weed, a fatigue and timberland wearer The realest niggas was from The Eighties and they was wearin’ mascera So now you find me on your YouTubes The dude rappin’ next to the bitch with the painted blue boobs Rhyme old school, simultaneously break the new rules Ignore the Torah, singin’ Christmas carols like some new Jews ‘Shalom’ to my Hebraic friends. ‘A salaam wa alaikum’ to the Muslims in the mosque I hope y’all Christians and Catholics don’t get your way again I’d love to tell the cock-suckers and carpet-munchers it’s okay to be gay again (It’s OKAY!) Equal opportunity offender. Corrupt senator with no political agenda Sing and rap over boom bap genre bender Career ender?...Maybe. I’m just prayin’ that y’all feelin’ this I don’t know, just seems some emcees seem rife for the killin’. It’s not tyranist. In fact, you should think it generous It’s rigourous! Ridding the world of these vociferous rappers. And I could learn you. Perhaps I’ll write you a syllabus So stop your panicin’ Y’all rather look good losin’ like an abusin’ and boozin’ Kenneth Cole manikin We beach cruisin’, buildin’ castles in the sand again Fugly Mutha-uckers that’s choosin’ from several plans to win Put it on wax, like lanolin Got the Whoomp-Ass in the trunk, bout to open a can again Cush in my lung parts, Young Darth, call me Anakin On Da Move interlude - Niggas is on the lamb again (and singin’) Run. Step. Bounce, Nigga. Bounce Run, run. Step. Bounce, Nigga No cubic zirconia, we like Smooth B. ice And I’ma leave you with advice from his partner Greg Nice, who said... CHORUS Ayo Ayo I smoke the blunt Hit the skins Get what I want It ain’t no need to front Sat her on my lap stick my finger in the...C’mon Repeat 2X Sat her on my lap stick my finger in the Sat her on my lap stick my finger in the Sat her on my lap, Sat her on my lap Sat her on my lap stick my finger in the...C#%T! OUTRO [Greg Nice] When I finished I smoked the blunt!
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VERSE 1 [Postell] Eggs over easy, bacon in the frying pan Bourbon in my coffee, cocktails with Vicodins The Black Dolph Lungren. I play the villain, man Pussy in abundance. Welcome to the Lion’s Den ROAWR!!! They run at the mere sight of him Your favorite emcee’s gettin’ sonned like I sired them My girl RASPY, take out hoes like firemen Without the hydrants, like Chaka Demus and Pliers (DAMN!) It’s murder she wrote, you heard I’ma GOAT The proof is in every _____ word I emote Shout to the Chevy Rydah - my nigga NOTE And B-Side. Select Personnel - we ain’t a joke! Find me in London with my crew G, J, and Jax Three shows today, one on the way, tell your hoe relax The Retar’s (aka The Rap Pack) still be rippin’ raw raps Tearin’ down your goals like the Magic or LSU Shaq First here and the last to leave Hustle hard like a got a hundred mouths the feed Or a hundred keys / I need some pussy, dear On your period? I don’t care, bitch, Let It Bleed Like a Rolling Stones album Or the outcome in Bed-Stuy when the cops be profilin’ Wanna call my bluff? Keep dialin’ Tryin’ to change the game with that lame shit? You wildin’! CHORUS 1 Vodka bottles / Bloody Mary’s gettin’ topped off Dope beats for breakfast...Don’t forget the Hot Sauce Don’t forget the Hot Sauce. Don’t forget the Hot Sauce VERSE 2 [Postell] Ain’t it bizarro So much to live for but rap like there’s no tomorrow Styles upon styles, I got flows you can borrow Save the best for Soul, my nephew, and his little bro Taro Plus my baby boi Otis I’m buildin’ on a legacy, if y’all didn’t notice Fillin’ up seats with fans - That includes my opponents And givin’ niggas tickets like these cops fill up quotas I’d rather that than glock bullets Black Lives Matter till one of these scaredy cops pull it And lives shatter. Politicians actin’ reckless That’s why I tell my homies, “Dudes, finish your breakfast!” VERSE 3 [NOTE] One time for your muthafuckin’ mind Two timing-ass hoes as my friends, I run it back and begin I cop a squat up in the booth and start confessin’ my sins Full clip is extend though - what I’m gon’ pretend fo’ Make a bitch move her head up and down like cresendo That’s the point I climax. Sharpen the battle ax The Black Paul Bunyan, swingin’ at your neck nigga (Check me!) Bitches talkin’ greezy cuz they hate me but respect me It’s a fine line, manage my shine like a jewelry store owner The Devil knows you’re dead and you're a goner Don’t forget the Hot Sauce on my scrambled with cheese I’m flippin’ hoes with a spatula at 30 degrees It’s too cold, cold, cold, cold It’s too cold, cold, cold, cold It’s too cold! CHORUS 2 Poached eggs benedict, make sure the yolks soft Mimosas chased with manischewitz - Mazoltuv! More bottles of prosecco. Fuck the cost Stomach stuffed to the summit, lookin’ like Rick Ross Glazed donuts filled up with foie gras A bowl of Molly’s while I’m jammin’ to Luther Vandross Kale banana smoothie, buns with a hot cross Dope beats for breakfast...Don’t forget the Hot Sauce Don’t forget the Hot Sauce. Don’t forget the Hot Sauce. Don’t forget the Hot Sauce. Don’t forget the Hot Sauce. Don’t forget the Hot Sauce. Don’t forget the Hot Sauce. Don’t you dare forget it OUTRO [Otis Pringle] Don’t forget the Hot Sauce!
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Gotta Girl 03:42
VERSE 1 [Postell] I Gotta Girl like Lindsay on Freaks and Geeks Whip smart, big heart, knows where and when not to speak Stunning frame, fancy heel game on her feet And when she gives me head (MWAH!)...It’s cherchez magnifique! I spit dumb raps, I don’t need your damn critique [Gotta Girl] (Va) tailler une pipe et sauter dans la baie de Chesapeake [Postell] That’s french for “Eat a dick and go jump in the Chesapeake” You’ll lose you poise like you lost your boyz, Mr. Cheeks! Whippin’ a Zipcar, the whole clique rollin’ deep Bumpin’ Le Freak by Chic, dipped like The Iron Sheik My bitch look like Sgt. Slaughter, different physique Showin’, still she stone rollin’ like Raphael Saadiq Got Africans reppin’ Mozambique. Bunch a niggas dressed in togas and saddles, it’s like they think they greek We seven days a week, fuck all the meet and greet You should join the party, ditch your clothes and getchu a sheet And tell your hoe she should stop being so oblique Wanna see her human highlights, call her Dominique Wilkins. I’m like a milkman when I skeet skeet Get it?!...Sweet. CHORUS Lemme tell you ‘bout a girl named... I wanna girl with a… Oh, girl… Lemme tell you ‘bout a girl named... I’d be in trouble if you leave me now… Git it girl! I love… Love… Girls, girls, girls, girls! VERSE 2 [Postell] I Gotta Chick like Cece on New Girl Beauty effervescent, makes you wanna give her new pearl Necklaces on her breasts-seses, with a swirl Meeting her feel(s) like Columbus when that wop found the New World She been around, country gal, like she knew Merle Haggard, tremendous swagger, makes you do twirls But keeps it locked tight for her man like a Jew curl And got them saltines, ya’mean, when a dude Earls [Gotta Girl] ¡Cámbialo, bebé! She say ‘switch up the rhyme scheme’ Hands me an ice pack, mexican coke and Visine Chatty Cathy but she got the biggest fatty I seen Feel like Jim Carrey in Me, Myself and Irene Turn on the sirene. Have to call for backup when she back that ass up all on my high beam Mounts me like a mountie, hoovers my cream In her mouth, knowwhatI’mtalkinbout...plus she got good hygiene Slam it in her basket while she set a high screen Post up in her box while she set a high screen Slam it in her basket like Hakeem, call it hoop dreams Alley-ooping, a franchise player on any team But I’m glad it’s mine...nah’mean! CHORUS Lemme tell you ‘bout a girl named... I wanna girl with a… Oh, girl… Lemme tell you ‘bout a girl named... I’d be in trouble if you leave me now… Git it girl! OUTRO [Postell] Yo, B Side, this beat sound like 1989 Yo baby, I’ma sing it to you like this one time. It go… You! You got what I need But you say he’s just a friend Yeah, you say he’s just a friend Oh baby, you! You got what I need But you say he’s just a friend Yeah, you say he’s just a...friend I love… Love… Girls, girls, girls, girls!
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More or Less 05:04
PIANO INTRO [Adrianne Duncan] VERSE 1 [Postell] If L-I-F-E were the SAT exam I wouldn’t test great CP Time - I’d probably show up to the test late My problems, I don’t even tell to my best mates I hold all of my troubles up tight to my breast plate Feels like a dead weight pressed against me I’m convinced the only way to deal with it all eventually Is to ‘not’ - Repress it all ‘til I explode from my self hate A douchebag with no breaks. Stuck in a Kanye West-state Call it Illinois. Like I get no realer joy Than to make you sick and aggravated - ill and annoyed Crash to Earth like an asshole asteroid Enough bad deeds to make the good ones null and void Stay addicted to these stress relievers Inhale all my anxieties while blown out sativa YES!...You’re now rockin’ with the Best Of the Worst. It’s still a ‘best’ I guess More or Less CHORUS Cross the line one to many times If it was yours now I know it’s mine Pretty sure that I lost my mind (mind) More or Less More or Less More or Less More or Less VERSE 2 Prost! To your foes that are itchin to roast you They push you to excellence so to them you should toast to Funny, the ones we love, who we should be the most close to Are the folks we treat the most cruel - In the world Like my girl, to whom I should be muhfuckin’ grateful She a blast but in the past I’ve been less than faithful Everything good in my life, I think I’m thankful Fillin’ up on contentment but can’t seem to keep my muhfuckin’ tank full Or my bank full - sure, I’m a triple threat But still a slave to debt like I got shackles ‘round my ankles “I want that old thing back”...I’m talkin’ bout my money Soon as I get new stacks, I spend ‘em like a dummy Guess you could call me a work in progress A boxer with a mean right hook who’s still got no left Duckin’ and bobbin’ and weavin’ till I got no breath Fightin’ to the death but still fresh More or Less CHORUS Cross the line one to many times If it was yours now I know it’s mine Pretty sure that I lost my mind (mind) More or Less More or Less More or Less More or Less VERSE 3 You’re your own worst enemy?! - Try being your own terrorist “You got self esteem issues”, says my psychotherapist I’m fucked up! And I’m aware that its Gonna take more than a couple hundred dollar sessions to take care of this I live with so much bitterness I feel no one would give a shit if I woke up slit my wrist Stress balled up in my chest, tight as fist Every jam I’ve made to bang in your car thus far is contradicting this But what’s the point of mixin’ up a song to make you yawn I’d rather make ‘em ring alarms, something you can sing along To. Have you hummin’ like Lena Horne Want you ears to be my 80’s crack whores - rhymes that they’ll be fiendin’ on So keep it goin’ - for you I shoot the gift And Set Adrift on Me Memory Bliss so we can rock it to the PM Dawn And even if I am depressed, just know I’ll always give you more, know it or not More or Less CHORUS Cross the line one to many times If it was yours now I know it’s mine Pretty sure that I lost my mind (mind) More or Less More or Less More or Less More or Less
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VERSE 1 I drop funny rhymes and punchlines like my mouth is my anus Rest In Peace to Harold Ramus What’s the point of livin’? Givin’ it all when it’s all aimless More futile ruse than the illusion of bein’ famous At times it feels unfair we were born in this cold world So I commiserate with Chan Marshall - That’s my homegirl Caught in the rat race, when things slow down We catch brunch at Fellini’s in Atlanta - our hometown Ponce de Leon local. Barely remember when and how we met. Shit, not even I know now All I know is once a year we split a pie, salad, a couple of beers Reminisce past and the passing of some of our peers Like my homie Jamal Pryor aka Slo-Mo Had them rhymes that was ‘hot fire’ But Chan say, “We all live to die. Don’t ask no questions why. Just throw your wine glass for Slo up high” CHORUS We drink cava the shade of lava out the bottle, like a genie Served buffalo wings by bitches in bikinis Oxycontin cocktails with bellinis Over pizza pie we think on those who died Me & Chan at Fellini’s VERSE 2 Heroine burin’ too many of my folk in a coffin Rest In Peace to Phillip Seymore Hoffman He remind me of my ace, named Mason Adair Multi-talented, intelligent - I sure wish he were here The incarnate definition of having no fear ‘Cause he would go like a cart, once you put him gear Feels like a pourin’ out a sip of every beer That’s why I reminisce with Chan every year Over a large veggie pie, extra crispy crust Chan say she “take country love over city lust any day. It breaks your heart. Tougher than given pills and coke up” Feels like she died inside when her and Giovanni broke up It’s a lot to soak up. We used to toke up Mason got one last taste of ‘H’, took a nap and never woke up And every time I think of him I choke up Chan say “It’s good to talk about Mason, Jason. Aren’t you glad you spoke up?” CHORUS We drink cava the shade of lava out the bottle, like a genie Served buffalo wings by bitches in bikinis Oxycontin cocktails with bellinis Over pizza pie we think on those who died Me & Chan at Fellini’s Me & Chan Marshall at Fellini’s Me & Chan Marshall at Fellini’s Me & Chan Marshall at Fellini’s Me and Cat Power VERSE 3 Feel like a martian from outer space - It’s so hard concealin’ My face to the human race. It’s hard not revealin’ The pain that fills up the place of these hard feelin’s So Rest In Peace to Robin Williams Chan say “We ALL depressives”. The thought of that is scary I ain’t Pac - can’t holla loud enough for y’all to hear me Not the only one, we all get weary ‘Cept for the purest soul I’ve ever known once owned by Benny Tassinari Benny Taz possess the kinda soul that make you go “Oh my Gah! He’s like a mix between Otis Redding and Yo-Yo Ma!” Died of cancer at age thirty If songs about you’s the biggest honor, Benny was thirty albums worthy And Chan say “We need kinship. Remember Jamal, Mason and Benny Taz when you think of friendship” I told Chan “I’ll think of you. ‘Til our next hiatus. Like the title of your seventh album, Cat, you The Greatest” CHORUS We drink cava the shade of lava out the bottle, like a genie Served buffalo wings by bitches in bikinis Oxycontin cocktails with bellinis Over pizza pie we think on those who died Me & Chan at Fellini’s Me & Chan Marshall at Fellini’s Me & Chan Marshall at Fellini’s Me & Chan Marshall at Fellini’s Me and Cat Power Me & Chan Marshall at Fellini’s Me & Chan Marshall at Fellini’s Me & Chan Marshall at Fellini’s Me and Cat Power
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The Juju 04:51
VERSE 1 Back to hero from villain - LeBron James-like Got a feelin’ my team is still in the wrong game (psych!) But for a shilling, still load a shell and take long aim At any rapper that’s William Shatnerin’ - abstain From the theatrics ‘cause I ain’t willin’ to talk tame They call me HOV - it’s like I got my own lane The rap jihadist, commit a murder in Gods vain Confess the crime and only give ‘em the songs name They want the story straight - I don’t wane For the dough I kill a Doe. Just don’t know if that hoe was John or Jane I want big bills, all I see is little change A little cash money but a lot of Lil Waynes Homie, hear what I’m sayin’? Turn up the gain knob while I’m recordin’ I’m talkin’ higher than Corey Haim I make bitches scream like Johnny Fontaine Call up my crew and go play a Norwegian lawn game KUBB! CHORUS How you want it, we can give it to you You want the raw, off the wall, hot doo-doo That Oh My God, Allahu Akbar, Juju That shit you ain’t heard since Premiere and Guru It’s for us, by us - FUBU Better get my numbers straight like you play sudoku You think we crazy now, you ain’t seen cuckoo, but… How you want it, we can give it to you VERSE 2 Brooklyn streets - where killers pack pistol heat It ain’t sweat. The cops are brazen if you’re Black, brown even Asian They’re blazen. You’ll hit the pavement Like Luther Van, man, it’s so amazin - They’re Hell Raisin’ Where the gangtas get admiration Where catching’ a cold is rarer than catching’ a case and So they squeeze first. Burst - with no hesitation Get the answers to your questions at 11 on you local TV stations Young thuggies lack the patience They want their reparations. Fuck waitin! Violent - they grab the iron. Not enough room on this island To coexist. Like Dominicans and Hatians You growin’ up with this imagin’ the frustrations Now folks throwin’ hissy fits over gentrification Take it or leave it - make a ghetto migration Well I’ma take it...who’s with me? C’mon let’s take ‘em! CHORUS How you want it, we can give it to you You want the raw, off the wall, hot doo-doo That Oh My God, Allahu Akbar, Juju That shit you ain’t heard since Premiere and Guru It’s for us, by us - FUBU Better get my numbers straight like you play sudoku You think we crazy now, you ain’t seen cuckoo, but… How you want it, we can give it to you BREAK Money grownin’ like grass with the... VERSE 3 TOTAL CHAOS! Nothin’ can save or protect you from The Juju Hip hop hoodoo - my voodoo scripture That old black magic elixir - Your girl sips the nectar? It’s a wrap! No way that you can protect her More disorder than a horror motion picture My words are the images, but the beat is the film projector of my ghetto action adventure. I’m the director Of these herringbone flows - up close you can feel the texture Save the lecture. Schools out for the semester Since our black president bounced, these crackers been actin’ extra Wanna get a banana clip, fill the tech up Like Malcolm El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz after he went to Mecca Just keep it sunny like Honolulu No disrespect but go suck a dick, like Lieutenant Sulu Don’t make me treat you like you a Tutsi and I’m a Hutu But how you want it, we can give it to you CHORUS 2x How you want it, we can give it to you You want the raw, off the wall, hot doo-doo That Oh My God, Allahu Akbar, Juju That shit you ain’t heard since Premiere and Guru It’s for us, by us - FUBU Better get my numbers straight like you play sudoku You think we crazy now, you ain’t seen cuckoo, but… How you want it, we can give it to you OUTRO [Malcolm X AKA El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz] ...this is love talk...
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I.O.U. 04:52
VERSE 1 Granddaddy’s name was Jimmie, Grandpapa’s name was Wilson Both of ‘em serious. Also silly as Leslie Nielsen ‘Specially Jimmie. Funniest dude I ever met If he was jonein’ you, that shit would rival Richard Pryors best And I was barely six, behind the ears soaken wet Aggy. Not known him crackin’ at me was how he loved me. YES! If you was alive I swear I’d strive to make you laugh. All the folks you split in half...I know that’s how I’d (Pay you back!) Jimmie loved ladies. Was faithful - most his life. Had a falling out with Ma about his mistress when the sickness took his wife Observing Jimmie I became a flirt Much to the chagrin of my girl, every chic, precious pearl and dame that I’ve hurt Whupped me when I lied. Said “A guys word, he keeps ‘Cause if a mans word ain’t nan - he shouldn’t drop his jaw to speak” Died of cancer still laughin’. At what I’ll never be sure But what I know is that if I become half the man that you were maybe I’ll... CHORUS (Pay You Back) I can’t (Pay You Back) No way that I can (Pay You Back) But I promise you (Pay You Back) I can’t (Pay You Back) I know I’ll never (Pay You Back) Still I promise to (Pay You Back) I can’t (Pay You Back) No way I’ll ever (Pay You Back) But I swear it too ‘Cause I. O. U. VERSE 2 Grandpapa’s name was Wilson, Granddaddy’s name was Jimmie Both proud family men who couldn’t fix their mouths to say gimme ‘Specially Wilson - O.G. model of the self made Man with a well played Plan as he Hell raised! Damnation! Preacher of higher education Went from teachin’ at all, to principal to school board chairman Kinda reminded me of Michael Corleone in his chair, man Legs crossed. The Boss - “Never put anything before the fam” Highly decorated World War II veteran, played the better man Even when unfit white boys were promoted ahead of him See, Wilson was hard-headed, razor-sharp witted Authentic, when he smiled - Wow! That’s probably where I get it And Aunt Loretta forgave him for suggesting Cousin Raymond Be adopted. A child born out of wedlock for him was awkward My Pop wept when his father died. Barely 5’9” but a giant in our eyes Long as I’m alive, I swear to God I’m gonna... CHORUS (Pay You Back) I can’t (Pay You Back) No way that I can (Pay You Back) But I promise you (Pay You Back) I can’t (Pay You Back) I know I’ll never (Pay You Back) Still I promise to (Pay You Back) I can’t (Pay You Back) No way I’ll ever (Pay You Back) But I swear it too ‘Cause I. O. U. VERSE 3 My Pops - they called him Phil. Ma - her name was Deloris They fell in love in a rush, in fever, they couldn’t believe it. They married, of course Honeymoons over. Then comes fightin’ and yellin’ and screamin’ till they were hoarse Phil and Deloris move to Decatur then 7 years later, they got divorced Two little black boys - left like latch key kids to pick up the pieces Mama found rage and depression to cope. Forgiving him? Nope! So Papa found Jesus Guess he had too many demons. Ma had so many issues. Too many reasons why Surprised they stayed together this long, kept on for so many seasons Older son watching the younger one threw off the gloves Hit him the first time the younger one stole, beat him the first time he caught him with drugs Pushed and he shoved. Punched him until there was blood. Naw, he never gave hugs Makin’ him tougher than leather, that’s how the older son showed the younger one love Parents, Big Brother and Younger wish they could spin it back and restart But it’s okay, like Big Boi and Dre would say “Storytellings an Art” When it got dark and they were scarred, they never fell completely apart The cuts were sharp but thanks to them I got this bulletproof heart I.O.U. CHORUS (Pay You Back) I can’t (Pay You Back) No way that I can (Pay You Back) But I promise you (Pay You Back) I can’t (Pay You Back) I know I’ll never (Pay You Back) Still I promise to (Pay You Back) I can’t (Pay You Back) No way I’ll ever (Pay You Back) But I swear it too ‘Cause I. O. U.
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MOVEMENT ONE VERSE 1 [Postell] I’m horror, paranormal rapper from Amityville Who’s bout to start a movement of niggas like Emmett Till What The Fuck! - Just a bag o’ nut. Bitch, you broke the seal Just makin’ forward thinkin’ music with a retro feel Me and my partner B Side make classics still He’s Erick. I’m Parrish. The rest of y’all niggas best ta chill I stays up in pussy. Call me massengill Money ain’t grownin’ like grass, but it’s still green - mass appeal I got charisma in the bank - 20 trill Hit up my homie Kate Stone. She got a flask of Makers. What the deal Is? She says “Let’s hit the Guggenheim!” That’s surrealness Bourbon got us bouncin’ off the walls like some happy meal Kids! Show y’all little niglets how to do this thang And love the life you live. Word to my homie Benton Greene They never look to me to say, he the epitome of rap So while I wake ‘em up, y’all go take a nap (Fuckahs!) CHORUS [NOTE] Y’all stay on top what the web say While we play crochet sippin’ rosé Call us weird, fine dawg, that’s okay Fleetwood Mac “You can go your own way” Y’all must be gone on that José Thinkin’ that we care what you hoes say José - hoes say a lot Still, we don’t care what you hoes say Naw VERSE 2 [Postell] “How they be ackin’ so strange, yet so arrogant?” Shout to The Retar Crew, my band of merry men Spreadin’ merriment from Chi to Bed-Stuy, the hood They say that we a problem but I say that problems good Amazing Spidey spectacular, Green Goblin good Your bitch is lucky if she sucks our dicks - Knock on wood Cher chez la femmes get the kiss of death like, “Mwah” Slummin’ through your village like we from the De-Toit Hitsville USA soul-sound. We goin’ Barry Gordy on you shorty G’s up and Hoes down J, Jax, G and Clay - they the Tracey Morgans to my Tina Fey If you ain’t know hoe, then you know now This is the showdown, rap weirdos verse wack fellas Can’t be held responsible, we doin what the tracks tell us Word to Dirty Curt - y’all should throw in the towel Cause I’m bout to get alcohol poisonin’ right now! CHORUS [NOTE] Y’all stay on top what the web say While we play crochet sippin’ rosé Call us weird, fine dawg, that’s okay Fleetwood Mac “You can go your own way” Y’all must be gone on that José Thinkin’ that we care what you hoes say José - hoes say a lot Still, we don’t care what you hoes say Naw MOVEMENT TWO [B Side w/ Pos] MOVEMENT THREE [Adrianne Duncan]
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My people… My people… My people… ...my folks
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[Pos & Jess] We’ll never be what we once were… ...We’ll always be what we are now… [Slick Rick] …”You love ‘em too much. And they don’t love you anymore”...

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Postell

Hot Sauce From Hell

All songs produced by B Side for Select Personnel Productions
All songs co-produced by Postell Pringle for jimmie & wilson productions

Cover art & design by Jaka Vinsek + Kate Stone

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released March 24, 2020

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Artist:
Postell

Album:
Hot Sauce From Hell

Producers:
All songs produced by B Side for Select Personnel Productions
All songs co-produced by Postell Pringle for jimmie & wilson productions

Song Credits:
All songs written by J. Pringle, B Side
Published by Mister from Decatur Music (BMI) / B Side (control)

*Except_
‘Hot Sauce’ written by J. Pringle, B Side, D. Jones
Published by Mister from Decatur Music (BMI) / B Side (control)

‘Game I’ll Never Win’ written by J. Pringle, B Side, A. Lewis
Published by Mister from Decatur Music (BMI) / B Side (control)

Musicians:
Beats + Music programming: B Side
Additional beats + music programming + editing: Postell Pringle
Sitar: Ronobir Lahiri
Piano & Keys: Adrianne Duncan
Additional Keys: Conor O’Brien, Postell Pringle
Vocal Turntables: Postell Pringle
Featured Guest Vocals: NOTE - Tha Rydah, Lil RASPY, Jessica Healy
Backing Vocals: Angela Lewis, Jessica Healy, Lil RASPY, Postell Pringle, Otis Pringle

Recording:
Recorded + Engineered by Postell Pringle at Robin’s Nest (Litchfield, CT) and La Casa De Halsey (Brooklyn, NY).

Mixing:
Mixed by B Side at Sea Side Studios, Los Angeles, CA

Mastering:
Mastered by Postell Pringle at La Casa De Halsey in Brooklyn, NY and Oaxaca, MX

*Salsa From Hell (the prequel)
Re-Mastered by B Side at Sea Side Studios, Los Angeles

Cover Art/Design:
Cover Photography by Jaka Vinsek (jakavinsek.com)
Art Direction / Cover Design by Kate Stone (katestone.net)

Thank You’s:
Select Personnel Productions, Ronobir Lahari, Jessica Healy, Angela Lewis, NOTE, Adrianne Duncan, Lil RASPY, Kate Stone, Jaka Vinsek, Conor (K-man) O’Brian, Alex Duncan (DJ Alex D #1), Rap Pack (FKA The Retar Crew), Q Brothers Collective, Morgan Liu-Packard, Phil Darovic, GQ, Jackson Doran, JQ, Clayton Stamper, Nuff Noise, 4D Thievz, KingSound, No Spec, Malo, 2Chill, Jabari, Al Tariq Robinson, Jeff Smack, Frank Manja, Big Brother Phil Pringle (KING), Alexis Gargagliano, Robin Silvestri, Soul, Taro, Otis & Benedetta Pringle, Johnny Iguana, DJ SUPERNOVA, Nikkie Richardson aka NuCents, Josh Senior of Senior Post, Christopher Ciancimino, Evette Rios, Chan Marshall

RIP:
John Mahaffey, Jamal Pryor aka Slo-Mo, Mason Adair, Benjamin Tassinari, Malcolm Devine, Dave Doran

Executive Producers:
Postell Pringle for jimmie & wilson productions and B Side for Select Personnel Productions


Hot Sauce From Hell

HSFH Intro
On Da Move, Pt 4 (Ode to GURU)
Osiris
Darlin’ Nicki feat. Ronobir Lahiri & Lil RASPY
Game I’ll Never Win
Ballad 43 Revisited
Greg Nice Advice (on da move interlude)
Hot Sauce feat. NOTE - Tha Rydah
Gotta Girl
More or Less
Fellini’s (Me & Chan)
The Juju
I.O.U.
José feat. NOTE - Tha Rydah & Adrianne Duncan
HSFH Outro

Time After Crime feat. Jessica Healy [Bonus Track]

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