[Kool Keith:]

Yo H, turn on the TV

This guy like here look just like me

Look at everything that he's doing

He is what you call a clone

Look at his wigs, costumes

A whole replacement

He got no shame, look



Look at you copyin my style, actin like you creative

Flauntin your costumes and wigs

With some old fake wannabe French rap junk

My son take it personal, you and me

Ask everybody in your record company how you follow me and swallow me

You got the nerve to get the pace and rap fast, youse a rap ass

Walkin around in clown gear, you come down here

I gave birth to you

Yeah for you to be different ask anybody down South

How you talk with white stuff around your mouth

The nerve of you, with no tight rhymes, I must serve to you

Uncle Tom Buckwheat boy, youse a local town toy

And your man just started rappin yesterday

Y'all didn't even take the test today

Pay your dues and step out of my rap shoes

And tell the truth to John Sallie on NBC News

Uncreative black boy, you whack boy

Actin like you a genius, notice I called you boy



[Chorus:]

Copy what you want to, steal my stuff

You can copy this if you want to

Copy what you want to, steal my stuff

You can copy this if you want to

Copy what you want to, steal my stuff



[H-Bomb:]

You can flow jock detox Fort Knox sportin Red Sox

Stuff affected my uncle's Red Foxx box

Niggaz, collaborate with cheese on crackers

Jackers with Keith Rock quarterbackin for the Green Bay Packers

Actors, and actresses evacuate the premises

Y'all be out there like them two sisters with nappy hair

and corn row plated tail extenders

Message style is softer than Jill Scott, you don't even have a spot

Kool Keith lookalikes, Dr. Dre clones, memory log

Record companies signin kids that act like Snoop Dogg

Jog, 20 laps forced to cheat on my income tax relax

Beyonce's lookin for her green contacts

Ask, me who I come with, ask me who I know

You checked into Uncle Tom's Cabin with Benz green

At a buck show below prices you don't know what nice is

Don't ask me how much for my leathers and ostriches

You don't know what the price is



[Chorus: x4 with ad libs]

Copy what you want to, steal my stuff

You can copy this if you want to



[Marc Live:]

Executive decisions you bit for years, you know you drink beers

You can't change your lifestyle in one year

You crazy, it's hard to rhyme

Bitch jump in the booth like it's party time

I know some kids that died shufflin and tappin

I stopped dancin in '88

I'll start clappin, you just wait

You late and figured out, scientists mixed my formula

A lot of chemists own funky prototypes, you'll never sound like me

Cheap and choppy, you sweatin bullets, workin hard

Pamela said get a job

You slob, we picket your company

With Molotovs, burn down the WB

You get the tin cup, they don't know you!

Monkeys with a box of tunes, jockin now you're just buffoons

They'll replace you soon

Your kids won't be safe at school, ridiculed and ran off campus

No longer famous, you boys remember Amos

Dandy, Michael and Randy, Monica and Brandy

I don't need your two cent Grammy

(You can copy this if you want to)



[Chorus: x4 with ad libs]

Copy what you want to, steal my stuff

You can copy this if you want to



[Outro:]

You can copy this all the way

Whoaaaaaaaaaahhhh