Rahzel - Carbon Copy ( I Can't Stop) [New LP Version] lyrics

[Chorus: x 4 ] I can't stop I really don't care about those other carbon copies Don't stop Bobby, don't stop Yo, I'm the microphone champion Any stage you get me on or let me on My ambiance is one step beyond Then my song is a correspond with the audience Experience the Renaissance my reason once is really on Wonder Twin powers activate Put the tape on, I can take on any shape, form Size or weight, shape of Activation Voltron Imagine all the microphones in the world I spit it on Imagine the next MC step to me gettin' sh**ted on You can even ask the girl about the bed we did it on I hit it from the back to Marvin Gaye's 'Let's Get it On' Don't get it wrong, give it a thong, she put it on, in uniform Sippin' Don Perignon, Shawn Don, fillet mignon Long horns stick and move until the cameras come on Until the cameras are gone from there on, dusk till dawn Get your grind on, now put your panties back on Thank you for your cooperation Rahzel, on your Hot 97 station [Chorus x 2] [Woman:] Oh what's wrong Rahzel? You're trying to sing? Don't worry baby, when you grow up you're gonna be a star! Yo, I'm one of the illest vocalists to ever turn the mic on Let me download my sound, catalog the microns Turn your website on WWW dot transmission d-d-d-dot sitcom Got your girl buck naked on the cover, right on 3-D visually enhanced on your CD-ROM EP-ROM, erasable, programmable and only Memory accessible when your PC's on We can battle for your soul like Ki Yong Song We can battle for your girl like Rae Dawn Chong Yo your mother's so fat she wears a three piece thong Made of polyester-cryllic, rip stop nylon With a skully cap that stretches three feet long 98 degrees outside, with a sheepskin on I play you and your mom like Donkey Kong Check this out [Chorus x 4] Yo we got the hottest, wildest fiber optic Double O 7 James Bond, talkin' in your watch sh** Watch this, Baywatch sh** Topless, there's no way you could stop this, spotless Keep the flame up in the co*kpit On some New Kids on the Block sh** My worse man is nothin' but profit While you keep secrets and gossip The Officer, the Gentleman Chiseled out, President, call me Lou Gosset This is for the players who pop sh** Frontin' like you got sh** PHD, without the doctorate If it wasn't for break beats, you'd be rhymin' over my sh** Often transformin' on stage, the Super DJ 2000 beats per minute, with an arcade Round 1 fight, Street Fighter 3, pro tours with an upgrade Call the paramedics to fed-ex some first aid My calisthenics been magnetic since first grade We can battle in the doorway or the hallway We can take the sh** to the street, off and on Broadway We can battle where you buy your cheap a** clothes in front of Comway We can battle in the pa**enger seat of your mother-f**in' Hyundai [Chorus x 4] Doo doo, doodoo doooo Doo doo, doodoo doooo Keep it movin' We're movin' on It's time to get down Rahzel, Roots crew, what, yeah Uh huh, break it down what, Ice diggy Hollis crew, Irv Gotti, what.