Copycat
20 Syl Lyrics
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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
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
The song "Copycat" by 20 Syl is a call-out to those who imitate and copy other artists instead of forging their own unique path. The lyrics are a combination of clever wordplay and straightforward message: be true to yourself and your artistry, don't just copy others. 20 Syl criticizes those who have originality deficit and are just copying and pasting to gain fame. The repetition of the phrase "C-O-P-Y-C-A-T" emphasizes the artist's call-to-action, urging listeners not to be copycats.
The song also includes references to a variety of iconic pop culture figures. The line "Remind me of Jim Carey in The Mask" refers to the scene where Jim Carey's character puts on the mask and becomes someone else entirely, much like those who copy others are trying to be something they're not. This line also references the idea of identity theft, which is viewed as an uncreative and dishonest act. The line "One minute you Muslim and the next you a Rasta/One second you're Weezy and the next you're Big Poppa" critiques those who jump from trend to trend, appropriating various cultural identities, and creating a brand that is inauthentic.
The message in "Copycat" is a powerful one, urging listeners to embrace their originality and be true to themselves. The lyrics combine a critique of the music industry with an empowering call to action, asking listeners to be true to their own creative visions.
Line by Line Meaning
Your flow far from authentic
Your style is not genuine
Mm - you're all gimmicks
You are all using cheap tricks to stand out
Seen too many small niggas get large
I have witnessed people with less talent rise to fame
Augmented
They have done so unnaturally
I increase and inflict scars on all nemeses
I surpass and leave behind any rival
With these thoughts I'm scribbling
I express these feelings through my writing
Shawn the mortician it is
I am like a mortician, burying those who cannot measure up
Critical you're style's original
I am not impressed, your style has been done before
Nah, folk wouldn't make it to wax, you digital
Your music is not good enough to be on a record, only online
Cats bite you like the shit's allowed
Others are copying your style freely
I send 'em down, show 'em how to rip a crowd. And then grip a crown. King
I show them how to perform and then become the best
With this hip-hop thing. You had a fling
You are not as committed to hip hop as I am, you just had a brief romance
Me? I'm like holy matrimonies and wedding rings
I am devoted to this craft like a lifelong marriage
Married to the craft. Your catalog I bury in a flash
I am completely dedicated and surpass your musical collection
Remind me of Jim Carey in The Mask
You are hiding behind a facade - like the character Jim Carey played
Perpetrating and pretending to rap
You are faking your performance
That ain't being innovative, that's identity theft, nigga. Get your own
Copying someone else's style is not innovative, it's stealing
I'm sort of like Oprah. Dropping meteors on those who mediocre
I am like Oprah in that I am punishing those who are average, and calling them out
If I wasn't the letter F. I would probably be 20syl. 20 years later I'd be dropping bombs still
If I were not who I am, I would still be a successful musician for many years to come
You honestly should pay homage and chill. Or get grilled. Like a omelet trying to climb in my field
You should pay respect or face harsh criticism for trying to enter my territory
You need to enhance your IQ. To do what I do
You need to be smarter to achieve what I have achieved
Purchase a passport and fly where I flew. Have some self-respect. Get some self-esteem. Imagine. Dream what nobody else could dream
Travel where I have travelled, gain confidence and aspirations that nobody else can imagine or dream of
Impostors. Won't get a slot on my roster
Those who are fake will never get an opportunity in my circle
Reminder: You're not him and you're not her. But that portrayal might just get you an Oscar
You may pretend to be other artists, but it won't earn you any true recognition
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
You change your persona so often that it is unclear who you really are
Nah, don't even think of dropping a tape. These cats don't cultivate, they just copy and paste. It's like that
You are not good enough to release a record, you lack originality
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
Don't be a copycat
No, don't be a copycat Nah, don't be a. Don't be a copycat
Just be original and avoid copying others
Roger that
Understood
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: SANTIANGO MUSTAFA LEYVA, SYLVAIN YVES MARIE MICHEL RICHARD
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@AndroSpud
Beats so fresh you have to pull it off a tree.
@fusionid6647
Damn
@neumaticimpact
Beets are root vegetables
@RyanTimoon-hy1mo
beats so fresh they have to be dug out of the ground
@perezcarlos559
20ysl killed the beat.
Fash killed the track.
Dope msg too!
@brrrambor
perezcarlos559 true true
@bdavis2oo5
Jakub Pyra dead on! 20SYL X Fashawn doing work! They could do an EP together!
@yentei9376
20syl still doing this
@hzbeats
the good cant die
@mareksaltberg1484
Absolute MASTERPIECE