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They Copy
by Buck Bowen
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I be on the grind I never sleep that's how I live
These other rappers faking telling lies on how they live
They want to be like everybody else on the TV
So they replicate the images they see upon the screen
They copy, they copy, they hella fake'n
They copy, they copy, they celebrate it
They copy, they copy, they hella fake'n
They copy, they copy, they celebrate it
All these rappers looking for the trend to follow next
They're jerking off each other over who can copy best
It really makes no sense that I should sit here and complain
Cause it's how it's always been since the start of the game
The audiences love it, what's that about?
It makes me want to vomit all up in my mouth
The kids be jocking, thinking it's dope
Just put me out my misery and put one in my dome
If the bullet doesn't kill me though I hope that it does
I'm going to suffocate from all the puke stuck in my lungs
40 fucking years I know it can't stay the same
But do we still need rappers putting "Lil" in their name?
They copy, they copy, they hella fake'n
They copy, they copy, they celebrate it
They copy, they copy, they hella fake'n
They copy, they copy, they celebrate it
I'm old, I'm bitter, I'm baffled
I'm never unamazed by these saturated rappers
You got the cars, and the girls in your video
Congratulations, you're unoriginal
Did it never occur that you're same
As the last motherfucker who put Lil in his name?
Who put money in his flows, drugs in his raps
The last, four thousand and 7 rappers did that
But it doesn't really matter, no one cares
They just that think they're above the shitty music that they hear
So raise your glass for this celebration
Of four more decades of replication
They copy, they copy, they hella fake'n
They copy, they copy, they celebrate it
They copy, they copy, they hella fake'n
They copy, they copy, they celebrate it
I be on the grind I never sleep that's how I live
These other rappers faking telling lies on how they live
They want to be like everybody else on the TV
So they replicate the images they see upon the screen
They copy, they copy, they hella fake'n
They copy, they copy, they celebrate it
They copy, they copy, they hella fake'n
They copy, they copy, they celebrate it
All these rappers looking for the trend to follow next
They're jerking off each other over who can copy best
It really makes no sense that I should sit here and complain
Cause it's how it's always been since the start of the game
The audiences love it, what's that about?
It makes me want to vomit all up in my mouth
The kids be jocking, thinking it's dope
Just put me out my misery and put one in my dome
If the bullet doesn't kill me though I hope that it does
I'm going to suffocate from all the puke stuck in my lungs
40 fucking years I know it can't stay the same
But do we still need rappers putting "Lil" in their name?
They copy, they copy, they hella fake'n
They copy, they copy, they celebrate it
They copy, they copy, they hella fake'n
They copy, they copy, they celebrate it
I'm old, I'm bitter, I'm baffled
I'm never unamazed by these saturated rappers
You got the cars, and the girls in your video
Congratulations, you're unoriginal
Did it never occur that you're same
As the last motherfucker who put Lil in his name?
Who put money in his flows, drugs in his raps
The last, four thousand and 7 rappers did that
But it doesn't really matter, no one cares
They just that think they're above the shitty music that they hear
So raise your glass for this celebration
Of four more decades of replication
They copy, they copy, they hella fake'n
They copy, they copy, they celebrate it
They copy, they copy, they hella fake'n
They copy, they copy, they celebrate it
