Kayoh - Copycat lyrics

This is dedicated to all those copycats You just a motherf**in' copycat f** yo ambience, they call me Lox (Hi Lox) Chances that you f**in' with me, probably not Ninja sh**, karate chops Like weak pallbearers, bo-bo-bodies drop I'm obviously on some other sh**, your squad is not And all these s**ers on my stick, I call 'em lollipops Bark bark, feed 'em to the shark sharks Top of the list, I get to haters like they aardvarks f** with me, I got the plug like a car spark Episode III, flow to you Jar-Jars Bananas though, an animal Crazy sh** that make yo b**h take a sabbatical The young harlequin, got it like Rastafarians Purple haze like Jimi's on a guitar again Ha-la-la-lucinatin', I'm seeing stars again But this ain't Coachella an' those ain't holograms (What's purple haze? You got me purple dazed I can't even understand a single word you says) U-u-urban life, u-u-urban ways Turn this b**h to a spectacle like Cirque Du Soleil Just a motherf**in copycat Why you lyin', you ain't thought o' that Riding someone else's dick You f**in' lying back You just a motherf**in' copycat Somebody tear these b**hes up, professor's here You know the Chatterbox forever rockin' at your wheel They sayin' this Illuminati sh**, puppeteer Elevated, you ain't even on the second tier They kick cannabis, smokin' like sh**'s glamorous Get in some sh**, probably as quick as I slip out of it Sick calibre, hustle like Lip Gallagher Muzzle your chick 'fore I get ruffled and flip out on her Customarily built, you ain't touchin' the kid's altitude Travellin' 239,000 miles dude, miles dude Lunar status, to the moon and back These b**hes sleepin' on me but I'm used to that Can't tell me nothin', yo b**h can't tell me nothin' I leave with Gisele, they gettin' f**ed like jelly stuffing I can tell you crumblin' cause you softer than a belly bu*ton That's why I can cook it up and all you do is smell the oven I feel like every new release I drop, these rapper's bite It's like I'm only here to feed you f**ing parasites And what the labels feed me, I don't have the appetite And all you copycats can blow me like a f**ing bag of pipes