Sauce Walka has decided to go back to the basics. As often imitated as he’s been over the past two years, Walk has made it pretty clear that he has no love for those he considers his children. To him, he has more rap sons than Shawty Lo had biological offspring. Itโ€™s not too far from the truth. What Walka has in charisma has been aped on numerous occasions by other rap acts, some far more inferior than the next. Biting one’s tongue has never been of much value in the book of Sauce Commandments. While there may be small glimmers of vulnerability, they are quickly blocked out with high-grade weed and even louder boasts and brags.

In a year when everybody lost a piece of himself, Walk lost his mother, the woman whom he butted heads with on a more than consistent basis but always had love in his heart for. That story is not told on Sorry 4 The Sauce 3. Instead, Walk parades around with controlled bite and anger. It spills out into that spastic, almost uncontrollable bar-stack style he does on a few occasions. When he tries to confront himself, though, Sauce Walka is one of the best bar-droppers within city limits.

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2016 was not unlike 2015 for Walk. He ran through the transitions of being a well-known, outspoken, outlandish rap act with a cult following willing to adhere to his every word. When Holy Sauce landed this past spring, most of the content got ignored thanks to its provocative album art. It also touched off a minor tiff with Trill Sammy, hence Sammy making his own Sorry 4 tape to be released in 2017. Still, The Sauce Factory was in full-forward movement. Rizzoo Rizzoo became more than just an occasional bar-delivering hype man. Sosamann carried the flag all the way to joining Wiz Khalifa (and now Lil Uzi Vert) on Taylor Gang. Sancho Saucy dropped his own solo tape, Sanchie P. While everyone decided to eat off of different plates and bring the leftovers home, the time Sauce Walka bided is reflected on Sorry 4 the Sauce 3. There are very few features on it, save for Sosamann and Sancho. Meaning it all belongs to Walk and he approaches it like such.

Sorry 4 the Sauce as a concept is no different than a ton of mixtapes over the past five or six years. You get an artist, sit him in a studio with a gang of instrumentals that he happens to like and watch him go to work. Lil Wayne popularized the method after 50 Cent and G-Unit took the songs of others and made their own street-level hits. In regards to evolution, Walka is the next logical step for your charismatic yet cold-hearted street rapper. Nothing comes before the crew, the flag he sports or how many times heโ€™s broken you or your girl in one way or another. Right out of the gate, he lifts a Swishahouse After Da Kappa staple by jumping all over drum-heavy chops from Michael Watts. โ€œIโ€™m bringing this H-Town shit back,โ€ he laughs along a Western guitar before launching into โ€œAfter SXSW,โ€ where he boasts about breaking Donald Trumpโ€™s daughter and spending money on Maison Margiela dog food. โ€œIโ€™ve been sipping syrup since I was uh โ€ฆ damn, eleven!โ€

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Walkaโ€™s beat selection for Sorry 4 The Sauce 3 varies between North, South and West. He somehow figures the best idea in the world is to touch Nas & Braveheartโ€™s โ€œOochie Wally,โ€ 21 Savage & Metro Boominโ€™s โ€œNo Heart,โ€ Three 6 Mafiaโ€™s โ€œWho Run It?โ€ and more: Crucial Conflict, Jadakiss, French Montana & Kodak Blackโ€™s โ€œLockjaw,โ€ Nasโ€™ โ€œNas Album Doneโ€ and even Lil Flipโ€™s โ€œGame Over.” When he feels the need to pull the attention off him and his life story (โ€œI was 19 facing 40โ€), he attaches it to watching helicopters overhead looking at a young male getting accosted by the cops (the West Coast-driven โ€œGhetto Birdsโ€). In Sauce We Trust had โ€œBlack On Black Crime,โ€ in which the leader of the Sauce found a way to transform into J-Dawg. โ€œGang Memoriesโ€ admits that Walka didnโ€™t become a Blood for the money but for the legacy. โ€œThis banginโ€™ shit been fucking up my rap career,โ€ he confesses. โ€œI was still outside pulling hair triggers.โ€

The greater legacy of the Sauce is to be told. Walka has gifts, evident from how often he reverted back to his A-Walk days when battling people in high school seemed a lot more fun than jumping off the porch. He still wonโ€™t give up saying that he shouldnโ€™t have said this or done that over the past 12 months, and thatโ€™s to be expected. On the appropriately titled โ€œF*ck Em,” he sneers with a bit of glee. โ€œThey told me not to call these rappers fake, wait for the verse but donโ€™t diss Drake โ€” fuck em.โ€

Itโ€™s exactly how he likes living. On his own accord, with the almighty Sauce as his creed.

SONGS OF THE WEEK

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DAT BOY CHYCO feat. BOOSIE BADAZZ, โ€œMake Em Madโ€
If youโ€™re going to get a feature from one of 2016โ€™s more underrated acts, Boosie Badazz, it had better play to his strengths. Boosie has been pissing things off all year, including cancer. Chyco, flamboyant as can be, tries to match verbal jousts with one of Baton Rougeโ€™s favorite sons.

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NATE DA’VINCI, โ€œChuck Norrisโ€
โ€œI remember I was young, playing with foil until I really threw diamonds in my teeth.โ€ That should tell you everything about Nateโ€™s latest freestyle for the people.

ROCKY BANKS, โ€œFebruary 7thโ€
Half announcement, half moment of emptying the clip. Rocky has kept quiet for the latter part of the year, but 2017 figures to have plenty in store.

TONY DEL FRESHCO feat. KING MARCO, EDF & MIKE RED, โ€œHuh, Sheeshโ€
Megazord posse cuts donโ€™t necessarily happen often these days. On a loosie not part of his How Did We Get Here tape, Tony works with the trio of King Marco, EDF and Mike Red as if theyโ€™re the Knights of the Syrup Table. Red produces โ€œHuh, Sheesh,โ€ where the main goal is to be asย braggadociousย as possible. “What’s a Camry to a Ferrari?โ€ Tony asks before laughing later, โ€œDel Friscoโ€™s for Happy Hour!โ€

BEST STORY OF THE WEEK

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Many people gave back for Christmas. Travis Scott, owner of the Best Houston Rap Tape of 2016, decided to one up everybody by giving his family a brand-new house that heโ€™d kept under wraps for the past two months. Their happiness should be how we all walk into 2017. Because Jesus, if this year didnโ€™t take and take from the world…

Brandon Caldwell has been writing about music and news for the Houston Press since 2011. His work has also appeared in Complex, Noisey, the Village Voice & more.