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ahead Drop lines like a editor popping Them Drop Bleeding the color red from toxins That bled From the artery, I know apart of Me Dread's My
on my mind So I can't go there or I'll see you And I don't want to cross that line 'Cos when tomorrow comes I can't escape it and I will always find I'm
and line, Submitted with a heart full of hope, to judgement so blind. The editor's cold embrace, swift to undercut my stride, "Relevance lacking," so it
another lie Publishing one last headline Which no one could read between the lines We don't know how we're gonna do But we'll meet the deadline, we'll meet
I’ve been holding down, scheming How’s it seem? I’m leaving Looks to me and gleans, Screening, screening What I believe in, But I’m concealing Take
open to see The thin line of truth and sanity The dying eyes behind the scenes obscured By a cardboard world of reality The media moshes frantically
around sayin' ban the bums I jumped right in line, sayin' I hope that I'm not late When I realized I hadn't eaten for five days straight I went into
around sayin' ban the bums I jumped right in line, sayin' I hope that I'm not late When I realized I hadn't eaten for five days straight I went into
And they bored you But I don't want to cry Or talk for hours To a machine on the end of a telephone line Oh it just kills me when all you've got
Dear Mister Editor, if you choose Please send me a copy of the labor news I've got a son in the infantry And he'd be mighty glad to see That someone,
a Guernsey cow Who directed me down To the Bowery slums Where people carried signs around Saying, "Ban the bums" I jumped right into line Sayin', "I hope
frock thing The nips may be good but that grilled cheese was a mess Gordon! Ramsay Your YouTube editor's a genius They meme you harder than you'd ream us
bitches fake I guess you could call them editors Salaam Alaikum mother fucker I'mma let it hurt Keep my shit one thousand Hope you bitches counting Spray
haven't grown since you told them in a lunch line, bro You're an eight-year-old boy stuck inside a whatever-year-old man "Argh! Look at me! I'm EpicLLOYD!
of the film is hard to write How do you sit through all the rest? Ordinary with no extra is the test I drop that line uproarious bar You seduce me in
were slavers and poor-man crushers. Meanwhile, Jerilderie's newspaper editor a man named Mr Gill was chasing up a story. He'd heard about four new
just characters in a movie Maybe the editors say we're meant to be But I don't want to ruin the future, love I want to know a way we can mess this up
every time you try and ring my line, I swear it could be her this time And I might just lose my mind And now I'm crying on the telephone, in dirty
like The Predator Fuck you, your label moms and yo' editor Give you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin All on my shirt, the king of the flirt
souped up - you're still wack I peel caps, on the regular Destroy MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator Fuck you, your label moms and yo' editor Give you
in twenty-five lines On your mindset Infra-skunk-structure The editor bedraggled, stumbled Some were hurt, some dazed With film crew, their
selling tickets to the show (for sure) Tell them niggas this screening is closed So every little thirsty nigga knows That shit is mine I don't wanna
Something strange is going on And you're in the middle I'll do anything to solve the riddle I've got a city editor Put me on a deadline If I
get you souped up You still wack I peel caps on the regular Destroy emcees etcetra Hooped like the Predator Fuck you, your label, moms, and yo editor
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