PASS THE SAUCE

Written during the heat of 2020, when the world watched, marched, and demanded change.

“PASS THE SAUCE” rises as more than a song. It’s a bold, celebratory anthem that honors Blackness, heritage, resilience, and the unbreakable spirit that carries us through struggle and joy alike.

Produced by ERIC AZ & Ony Irv, “PASS THE SAUCE” blends infectious grooves with lyrics that uplift and unite. It’s the kind of track that makes you move, think, and proudly pass on what sustains you—culture, love, history, and strength.

Yes, Yes, Yes I Do, Oooh I Like It ooh

Taste so good, yummy Spicy mmm

Burn, just like it should, give me just little

Let it dribble, mmm mmm

Don’t you worry bout what I do

I do

Any motherfucking thang that I want to do

I say

Any motherfucking thang that I want to say 

I say

When I say, I say 

I Am A King but You Can Not Have It Your Way

(No way, no way)

Walk up in the room like you run the world

(Who run, who run)

Better fix your crown, Gon slick that curl

Better recognize here that times done changed

Me and all my ancestors, we came to bring you the pain 

(this sauce is not for everybody!)

We The reason for cool, definition, not you

(We the reason for cool, not you)

Come and catch this fly 

Man you know it’s true

(We the reason for cool, definition not you)

Ain’t never been a rat, Man I love my hood

When you hear that drip, Just know I’m good

I Like Hot Sauce On My Chicken 

I Like Hot Sauce On My Chicken

I Like Hot Sauce On My Chicken

I Like Hot Sauce On My Chicken

Pass The Sauce

My hair is my sauce

My skin is my sauce

My style is my sauce

My kicks is my sauce (Pass The Sauce)

My flow is my sauce

My look is my sauce

You want all this sauce?

Rolling deep in locs, Wit my Bantu knots

Better back up fast, for you catch a knot

(Wit my bantu knots, rolling deep in Locs)

Ya’ll think ya’ll hot, when you know you’re not

(Rolling deep in locks, wit my Bantu Knots)

Oh You want this skin but you hate my lot?

(Better back up fast, ‘fore you catch a knot)

Can I get some greens with my chicken wings?

Maybe, Rice and beans on the side with some Mac & Cheese?

Even, french fries, deep fried with some ketchup, please?

Don’t forget my freedom and my rights and my right to peace

I Like Hot Sauce On My Chicken 

I Like Hot Sauce On My Chicken

I Like Hot Sauce On My Chicken

I Like Hot Sauce On My Chicken

Pass The Sauce

My hair is my sauce

My skin is my sauce

My style is my sauce

My kicks is my sauce (Pass The Sauce)

My flow is my sauce

My look is my sauce

You want all this sauce, No?

Don’t you worry bout what I do

I do

Any motherfucking thang that I want to do

I say

Any motherfucking thang that I want to say 

I say

When I say, I say 

Black Women Are The Backbone Of The Human Race!

I am anti-violence, I am not non-violent

But that blood that’s been spilled

Got a high price on it

The reckoning’s here

Ain’t no timeline on it

Time for debt to be paid

My palms wide open

Yeah it’s Time For That New World Order

Revolutions here 

Time To Transform on Ya 

We must all rise

Trans, Sons, Queers, Daughters

Every Black Life is Not a Sight to Slaughter 

A Fight you don’t wanna, a bitch who gone wanna

And when I say bitch, a Babe In Total Control of HER

And when that bitch that swing, 

Ya head bound to fall off ya

When We tried with peace, 

You did not want listen

Every Black life that done Lost a loved one

Stand Up for Yours, Betta Stay informed

Armed with the Ancestors strength, We’re Gonna

Fight till the new NIGGA WORLD ORDER

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