Duck Sauce
(2026)
Synopsis:
"Duck Sauce" finds PXVBS reflecting on survival, ambition, and the lessons learned from life in the blue-collar trenches. Vibes expertly lays eltie East Coast lyricism over a (self produced) west coast instrumental. The record is packed with clever punchlines, vivid storytelling, and an unwavering belief in growth over violence as the song celebrates trusting your gut, staying resilient, and rising above the noise.
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One time
I was just a young spitter with the punchlines
I was running through the city hearing gunshots
Like an egg roll
They was trying to duck sauce
I was all up in the mix like a done song
Why they drilling
Why they drilling
It’s a fun hobby
Gums flapping
We was never with the tough talk
Odd jobs 9 mili
In the lunchbox
Someone tripping
Unc took it out the Duffy
Trying to get that little
Case dismissed
My homie got court
I’m pissed
Real shooters still play defense
Got to run a quick slant
On a blitz
20x the backend like dope
One time I had to climb up slope
One time I almost tied that rope
But I ain’t want to be the same old trope
Tired old quotes from some
Lying old goats
It was really up to me and I was broke
But one time I had to get it in a choke
Cheetah wristwatch
Alligator coat
Villains do violence and vanity
I was tasked by the lord
That was never me
I ain’t never had to question the heavenly
All my rage and my pride that’s the enemy
Mind warped by capitalism
This 3D Art
My catalog living
I gets shit popping like
Flames on the griddle
That’s word to the game
I’m Phizzy not fizzle
Broke my hand still squeeze no problem
Rubber grip pistol
Its ergonomic
Hate never wins
Love always conquers
No sweat bay don’t trip
I’ve got to
Work around it always
Like the sun
One time
I didn’t even know I was the one
One time in the trenches I had to grunt and
One time I had to trust
A feeling in my gut
I’m a mutt
No pressure
We up
Wrist on diamonds
No dust
Wrist on diamonds
No dust
Haters on hot
They blushing
Haters soft they plushy
Run through the city
With my thoughts on my money
Run through the city
With my thoughts on my money
One time
I was just a young spitter with the punchlines
I was running through the city hearing gunshots
Like an egg roll
They was trying to duck sauce
I was all up in the mix like a done song
Why they drilling
Why they drilling
It’s a fun hobby
Gums flapping
We was never with the tough talk
Odd jobs 9 mili
In the lunchbox
Someone tripping
Unc took it out the Duffy
One time
One time I had to
Yeah
One time
I had to keep it one hundred