Copycat
20Syl feat. Fashawn Lyrics

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C-O-P-Y-C-A-T
C-O-P-Y-C-A-T

Uh
Your flow far from authentic
Mm - you're all gimmicks
Seen too many small niggas get large
Augmented

I increase and inflict scars on all nemeses
With these thoughts I'm scribbling
Shawn the mortician it is
Critical you're style's original
Nah, folk wouldn't make it to wax, you digital
Cats bite you like the shit's allowed
I send 'em down, show 'em how to rip a crowd
And then grip a crown
King
With this hip-hop thing
You had a fling
Me? I'm like holy matrimonies and wedding rings
Married to the craft
Your catalog I bury in a flash
Remind me of Jim Carey in The Mask
Perpetrating and pretending to rap
That ain't being innovative, that's identity theft, nigga
Get your own
I'm sort of like Oprah
Dropping meteors on those who mediocre

C-O-P-Y-C-A-T, why are you living a lie?
Everybody wanna be somebody else
When you're doing you, you don't need nobody's help
Don't be a
C-O-P-Y-C-A-T, why are you living a lie?
Everybody wanna be somebody else
When you're doing you, you don't need nobody's help
Don't be a copycat
No, don't be a copycat
Nah, don't be a
Don't be a copycat

If I wasn't the letter F
I would probably be 20syl
20 years later I'd be dropping bombs still
You honestly should pay homage and chill
Or get grilled
Like a omelet trying to climb in my field
You need to enhance your IQ
To do what I do
Purchase a passport and fly where I flew
Have some self-respect
Get some self-esteem
Imagine
Dream what nobody else could dream
Impostors
Won't get a slot on my roster
Reminder: You're not him and you're not her
But that portrayal might just get you an Oscar
Tell me: are you a minister, or are you a mobster?
One minute you Muslim and the next you a Rasta
One second you're Weezy and the next you're Big Poppa
Nah, don't even think of dropping a tape
These cats don't cultivate, they just copy and paste
It's like that

C-O-P-Y-C-A-T, why are you living a lie?
Everybody wanna be somebody else
When you're doing you, you don't need nobody's help
Don't be a
C-O-P-Y-C-A-T, why are you living a lie?
Everybody wanna be somebody else
When you're doing you, you don't need nobody's help
Don't be a copycat
No, don't be a copycat
Nah, don't be a
Don't be a copycat

Roger that

Overall Meaning

The song "Copycat" by 20Syl feat. Fashawn is a strong critique of the lack of originality in the rap industry. The lyrics urge listeners to be true to themselves and avoid imitating other artists. The repeated spelling of "C-O-P-Y-C-A-T" emphasizes the theme of copying and its negative consequences.

Fashawn's verses call out fake rappers who rely on gimmicks and imitation instead of true artistry. He declares himself a king of hip-hop and suggests that imitators will never be able to match his talent. He also notes the irony of digital artists being accused of being "original" when they are really just copying and pasting.

The chorus provides a catchy hook that drives home the song's message. It encourages listeners to be confident in their own abilities and not to seek validation from imitating others. The lyrics alternate between spelling out "C-O-P-Y-C-A-T" and repeating "Don't be a copycat," creating a memorable and impactful refrain.

Overall, "Copycat" is a powerful call to action for artists to stay true to themselves and reject the pressure to conform to established norms. Its passionate and direct lyrics make it a standout track in the rap genre.

Line by Line Meaning

Your flow far from authentic
Your style of rapping is not original or genuine

Mm - you're all gimmicks
You rely on cheap tricks and tactics to get attention

Seen too many small niggas get large Augmented
You've witnessed many untalented individuals become successful through artificial means

I increase and inflict scars on all nemeses
I outdo and defeat all my enemies, leaving them wounded

With these thoughts I'm scribbling Shawn the mortician it is
I'm writing these lyrics with the intention of killing off my competition

Critical you're style's original Nah, folk wouldn't make it to wax, you digital
Your style is not original, and even if it were, it wouldn't hold up on a physical medium like vinyl

Cats bite you like the shit's allowed I send 'em down, show 'em how to rip a crowd And then grip a crown King
Other rappers imitate you without consequence, but I shut them down and prove my superiority as the reigning champion

With this hip-hop thing You had a fling Me? I'm like holy matrimonies and wedding rings Married to the craft
You treat hip-hop as a temporary flirtation, but I'm fully committed and dedicated to the art form

Your catalog I bury in a flash Remind me of Jim Carey in The Mask Perpetrating and pretending to rap
I can easily outshine your entire body of work, which reminds me of the character in The Mask who puts on a fake persona

That ain't being innovative, that's identity theft, nigga Get your own
Copying someone else's style is not creative, it's stealing their identity. You should develop your own unique style instead

I'm sort of like Oprah Dropping meteors on those who mediocre
I have a powerful influence and can quickly squash those who are mediocre in comparison to me

If I wasn't the letter F I would probably be 20syl 20 years later I'd be dropping bombs still You honestly should pay homage and chill Or get grilled Like a omelet trying to climb in my field
If I wasn't Fashawn, I would still be a dominant force in hip-hop like 20syl. You should acknowledge and respect my talent, or risk getting criticized and destroyed

You need to enhance your IQ To do what I do Purchase a passport and fly where I flew Have some self-respect Get some self-esteem Imagine Dream what nobody else could dream
You need to be smarter and more self-assured to match my level of skill. You should travel and explore to broaden your perspective and realize your full potential as an artist

Impostors Won't get a slot on my roster Reminder: You're not him and you're not her But that portrayal might just get you an Oscar Tell me: are you a minister, or are you a mobster? One minute you Muslim and the next you a Rasta One second you're Weezy and the next you're Big Poppa
I don't associate with fake or fraudulent artists. You should be true to yourself instead of pretending to be someone else, even if it earns you recognition. Are you a peaceful spiritual leader, or a violent criminal? You can't keep changing your persona like a chameleon

Nah, don't even think of dropping a tape These cats don't cultivate, they just copy and paste It's like that
Don't bother trying to release a project if you don't put in the effort to develop your own unique sound. Many rappers these days just imitate others without any originality

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: SANTIANGO MUSTAFA LEYVA, SYLVAIN YVES MARIE MICHEL RICHARD

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