KHM - Copy What U Want lyrics

[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 a** 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 n***az, 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 b**h 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