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A Bar
Hip-Hop/Rap
A Bar was released on April 30, 2026 by Claymore Industries/Wave Theory as a part of the album Mass Effects 3
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Release DateApril 30, 2026
LabelClaymore Industries/Wave Theory
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM160

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Claymore
Claymore
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clayton Jones
Clayton Jones
Songwriter
Mike O'Halloran
Mike O'Halloran
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Mass
Mike Mass
Producer

Lyrics

I'm the Master of the Universe
Asteroid landed, an impact, crashing through the earth
**** think they got the full, picture, but ain't view it first
Kaleidoscopic, seeing different palettes like a Google search
Bitches told me "you the worst"
I'm from New Orleans, where the witches, they can brew a curse
These **** swear they on they job, but then refuse to work
I can control your mind and body when I use a verse,
Lil boo, go make that booty twerk
Shake it like, jelly, jam, or some, kinda gelatin
Post it on your Instagram, damn, you got hella fans
Tryna get that green, Peter Pan, out in Never Land
Get a man to sell a tape and clap, like a pair of hands
Advance, in a land, of commodified sex
You just get a fake, ass and some modified breasts
Using fools as a tool, for erotic conquest
I'ma give it to you straight, I ain't tryna side-jeff
Yet, I'ma digress, I'm as hot as hot gets
I'm like fuck a setback, this is time for progress
I kinda view the system as a codified threat
The visage is quite grim, I'm personified death
Hope you getting close to stick a knife in my, neck
Put your finger on my pulse, look for signs of my breath
Bitch, I threw you for a loop, peep the rise of my chest
Just to prove to all you motherfuckers I can not, rest
The things I contemplate, as I lie in my bed
Shit, 'cause I don't sleep a wink, eyes just hide behind lids
Think of lines, that's as toxic as some cyanide gets
As relief, from the problems that reside in my head
How you stay calm, ****, when your home, is burning
And laugh at, misfortune and take it all, as learning
Live with understanding I ain't a, nor, mal person
And the shit you say a blessing, I probably call, a burden
Determined that, freedom is all that matters to me
I was once, dressed in camo, now always battle fatigue
My psyche left in tatters from constant chasing of capital gain
Rather travel to Rome, Paris, or Greece
This the tale I'm weaving, they say it's jail, or freedom
A sea of expectations and setting sail, to meet them
No cheating with these bars, I can't bail, so beat 'em
Best, to not test the reaper, though, if you scared, to see him
Disease and panaceas, to stem cells, and needles
Addiction to the pills and the Jezebels, deceiving
Scars from the people that meant well, you see 'em
Generational, curses that left me frail and feeble
Can't believe a person who don't look me in the face
All these crabs in the barrel wanna put you in your place
Shit, this life a marathon, it'll put you through the paces
With these wicked ass, crackers that will book you due to race
Survived many wars and I done weathered the storm
But most days, I still wish a **** never was born
Yo, the world will keep turning, though, whenever I'm gone
But for now, I lay down and get prepared for the mornmourn
Wake up in the AM, what a job, cock-a-doodle-doo
This my daily bread, Maruchan ramen noodle soup
Never going forward, round and round like a hula hoop
Had to pick my shit up off the ground like a pooper scoop
Accumulating skrill', bread, it's Pillsbury doughthough
All these **** wanna flow, but they skills very low
Situation real hairy, still scary, military
Itching for the kill, dare me, will bury foes
DOOMed from the meddling (Metal and), "lactose and lecithin"
Can't explain blackness to those who lack, in melanin
Still I'm not smelling the bogus facts, you selling, for sure
I been detected the load of crap, you peddle
Thread the needle, you can't even see my penpin from afar
I been going supernova like the end of a star
Get hung, no jury, throw a wrench in the law
I don't judge, but I'm coming off the bench, that's a bar
Written by: Clayton Jones, Mike O'Halloran
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