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my lane and you won't leave the same 

I'm All about my paper like a copy editor 
You can find me in the jungle style something like the predator

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,

Mainly style yet outrageously so viral

Copy clones, covering,
Knobbly bones, bubbling water
Coffee poem disorder, ought ta
Be juggling more than the order

How simple it was gonna be
Each scene laid out the players we
Copy bound from the night we met
Walk right on to the stage we set

The lockstep script

to your editors they disappear like ghosts
And if you can see my shirt's tucked in you're standing way too close
My new girl like goldfish, she's the snack

Cut The Cake

The Fiery Furnaces

I'm Going Away

copies of the paper
Tried to buy them all
But they wouldn't let me
How could it be true, how could it be true?
Cut out the clip
And wallpapered my

to 5 I've grown so tired, the keys I copy and I strike a fire, from the
SQL editor I craft a payload that will bring down every single bank and creditor

to take a couple blows to the chin
But it all worked out in the end
Now I’m here and I’m here for the win
God changed my story, He’s the editor and author

It's the principle
Imma sell some copies of my music up in physical
Imma take your bitch ass to class call it simple school
Higher a professor cuz you

copy pace setter, I'm the reason why
Middle of the mosh pit hyping up till I die
Girls addicted to the shine they OD all the time
Got my shades yeah, I'm

Foreword 22, 000 in 3 months
On Seeing an Old Civil War Painting
What to do with Contributor's Copies
Brave Bull it's Not Who Lived Here
O' We Are

Main rap k bager

Bhi yahan aya
Jo jo trend pe tha mene wo sab kar k dikhaya

Mai youtuber bana vlogger bana editor bana tiktoker bana
Mene sab kiya mujh

a robbery 
Do this shit obviously 
Don’t try to copy me 
Running these m’s
I think that they on to me
Suck on it sloppily
Shit getting old to me
Busted a nut

pitching work from the mound
Don't copy my sound it's trap from the town
I love when she's around

She helps with my ups and downs
She goes up and down, she

rough won
Emi lomo ton soh
Gbenu kin de punch won
Haunt won cut won
Eh ye fi imo werey sokan
Shock won taunt won
Editor mode crop won
Call the police

canopies collapsing
I make my own rap scene
I hope I don't get copy written for rapping about the cat thing
That was Blackalcious, not me
Whatever it's

dealer they call me soulesss life editor
Body Wet in blood
Left in paint
Breaking necks
If it don't go my way
I was born in mud
I got no constraint

and a blue one for me
Another red pass sit's menacingly
On the bench
The clerk doesn't mention my father's absence
I copy my mother and clip my pass

he finish up where I am?
I see you in the bar from the jail house window
Drinkin' with another man

Corner of the bar sits the newspaper editor
Guess