Copy Copy

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(Radio static) Can anyone hear me? Can any Ca- Ca- Crap Somebody get me someone to fix this! Some idiot just pulled a Kamikaze! Can I get some help here? This Eminem guy's suicidal! Uh, Uh, Uh Kamikaze Spinning crazy Copy Copy Ain't no one answerin' there Kamikaze Getting heady I gotta give credit for flair But MGK said it This suicide plane's falling How the heck you gonna get outa here? You got Lil Pump Got lil Yachty Fine by me, you killed their music, hope no one ever finds the bodies But there's a point when dissing others loses it's taste Throwing yourself at the enemy? Where's the need for haste? If you even see this you'll insult me and my music because I'm not a pro Great Though, I gotta admit If the king even mentions me to diss me it'll show I'm on his list On the radar Why Kamikaze Why make things messy? I'll just get straight to the point Yeah I'm a nobody So were you And don't give me that crap that I'm copying you Cause everyone copies someone else Don't matter whether you're superhuman innovative cause there's someone always waiting listen to history the king's always dethroned no matter how great he's grown, no matter how famously far he's known There's always someone waiting to be the next king when the man with the royal ring falls… yo I respect Eminem's bringing the fall of that mumble rap Respect his hate of the use of that with all It's trap What I don't respect is his attacking anyone rising the rap ranks with some knack He dissed My boy NF That got me a little pissed When someone's doing good it ain't cool to go at them with a kick Let let me flip this It's a hard concept let me grip this It's a hard beat, but I'ma hit this! Kamikaze means you're out of control So Em's king but his armor's got a few holes Tell me, what're your goals? Already proved you're the best No need of a suicide bombing, give it a rest You get the fans for insulting somebody And with some I can see the point of the diss But eventually there'll be too many for a headshot, you're gonna have to miss (HAH! Get it?) In a state of bliss "I killed everyone!" But wait, you also crashed Em, you're the king, but in a hundred years will they remember you? I suspect your memory will have passed If you ever notice me enough and write back to attack Let me use a little 8-mile slap Yeah, nobody knows who I am I don't have any fans I'm a kid who doesn't even cuss Everyone knows I'm a bust I'm broke so I have to save for months to buy a beat At a conference my table would be empty at the meet and greet Heck, I wouldn't have the money to make it there Your rhymes will crush me layer after layer Impressive At least my music is here to help Crush despair with a checkmate "I ain't here to save the f***ing children, but if one in a million feels and then relates that's great" You don't do this for us, you do it for the numbers always growing in your banks I may have some music attacking others, but my music is full of hope Yours is full of hate I may not have been raised in the hood But I've seen crap that give me nightmares, I try to encourage others to do good You wanna go brood? That's okay I try to offer people hope for a clean slate Reverse their awful fate Diss me, diss me, but I won't ever break This isn't a diss, Em But it is a question of your motives… Now why did you go off and attack poor Nate? Kamikaze Spinning crazy Copy Copy Ain't no one answerin' there Kamikaze Getting heady I'm doing something while others look on and stare This isn't disrespect I'm not going to ignore the aspect Of you being the greatest with Pac I'm going through rap's door, I promise I'll knock Look at that clock Look at the time These moments are mine But while this isn't an attack I'm just going to state the facts You're great Since I was small I thought I'd be like you Thought it was fate Even this rhythm is paired with a "Killshot" type beat I swore when I saw 8-mile I'd never get cold feet I don't care if I have less skill What I care about his how this makes others feel No matter how cruddy or great a hand in life we get the deal You made the best of your life But as you move on You search after fame for fame itself Maybe it's time to put the pride on the shelf I ain't saying I'm perfect we all deal with pride But I'm someone who can recognize I need help Pride comes before the fall 'Em We all fall in the end But I'll choose to bend You can stand tall and break And when we finally get your "Copy Copy" for help I'm warning you man It might be a little late… Crash… Crash… All so fast Cash… Cash… Screw it, give me my help back (Plane crash, scream)