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conglomerate
Flexed on you condiment side bar sub-par
I Sun star comandante y'all piss poor bars
Lord why even talking God?
Damn Is every buster trying to rap?
I

I started low but now they fuck With all my confidence
I got the secrets yeah
I see in it with condiments
Cook the bars right
Do it like it's commun

the sauce in the drip
You the obvious pick
You be raising the bar what a condiment is
Every steak needs an A1
On God you a gift
Don't got green in my wallet

consciousness
These niggas fake woke
I elevate my pockets
Now I'm actin fake broke
I hit her wit no condiments
That pussy taste so
Muy bien
I cover my bitch up

been feeling so dominant
Making the laws like we parliament
Tripping ode with the bars
Dripping ode with the sauce
All of it
I got the sauce, all of it

Perc in my hand with a xan bar
Take a drive with my car we gon' go too far
I don't lie took too many pills left me traumatized
Pop a xan in the van

And your flow ain't saucy
Need to catch up on your bars
And my spit stay deaden shit
Catch me in morgue
Trust
I decease each beat I touch
Kapish cut the mic

friends
But that little bit of space where I turned to a star that wished
That every time that I draw using condiments
It's a band that I'm on to get

brotys got the sauce no condiments, they ain't never broke
I jus spanked the zazie bitch I'm trying not to choke
This a big AR with a 458, it could stop

Too ahead for you to catch up
No condiments, I know you musta heard that I was next up
12 tryna hit me with them fake charges
They cant catch us
They

à part tes « non »
Tu m'as laissé dans l'appart saigner 

L'amour c'est la mer t'es mon continent
Douce et amer sans condiment 
J'voulais qu'on s'voit t'as

Miranda

Phil Ochs

Farewells & Fantasies

1997

scars.
But not Miranda 

(Chorus)
T
he condiments are clashing
While commercial planes are crashing
And the music of the evening is so sweet
Now

a cunt
In a couple of chemotherapy offices, officer
Of accomplishing condiments
Any converse is commonly
Incompetent prominence, get a communist but-
They

That kid Matthew's got that rapper fuel, caffeinated, I'll rap a few 
Kickstarting my sick bars when I drink a part of that fountain's fluid 
I'm all

stitched
You finna get a cross-stitch
All my bars sharp like damascus
Come near, you finna get a crimson mask bitch
Lettin' my bars flow
Lettin' my bars

to rocking the mics at the bar
Real bright constellations, chilly nights with the stars
It's unheard and we taking it far
Yo, they tryna catch up like

nigga, play me on the block
Bars is like a barbershop, cause I take it from the top
Whack rappers getting cut and catch a fade off in the spot
You get

number one, what the fuck niggas thought? (what niggas think?)
This bitch right here bulletproof
I got a M in this bitch, it's a motherfuckin' bar (it's

First off
I'ma start charging y'all per compliment
You give to me
See how much purse I can earn off of it
As far as bars
You heard wrong if you heard

buddy I'm too much
Treating bars like a pimp
Little buddy I'm too church
I'm the Big Hurt
Give me a bat and I do work
I'm a bit cursed
Give me a track

cookie monster PJ's off
An add from that cigarette
We just want those condiments that
Make us go bulim-e-ic
Poison tastes good for too long pass out
Then

Vibe with me
She told me fuck her hard with no condom please
Obviously she don’t want condiments just that mac 'n cheese
My boy ContraVein got

Losing my sanity here doing nothing
Like a condiment I mustered the urge to do something
Over this Pandamonium music bumping
Extending our reach like

send a peasant packing
Ain't gon' never see the throne

Never under the beat, cause I'm on top of it, consider this the condiment
Can't call it quits,