Copycat Lyrics - Singles - Quarashi

One one one two 

I'm as big as they come when I'm over the phone 

I'm as clean as they come when I'm fixing my zone 

On my own, clock my clone, lock my home, cool it 

I don't pretend to be gentle because I fool it 

Well, I tackle the Jekyll on his mission to crack 

And I'll be squeezing his throat and I'm beating him back 

We gotta go for attack before he gets far 

Blow up the death star and kill the copycat 

Now to the next episode when we are back on the road 

And we are racing time and we are cracking the code 

It ain't the new players mode that makes it worth while 

We walk the extra mile 

Twenty-five hundred years reclaiming what they had 

Don't blame the copycat 

Seventy years reminiscing what they said 

Yeah, don't blame the copycat 

Twenty-five hundred years reclaiming what they had 

Don't blame the copycat 

Seventy years reminiscing what they said 

Yeah, don't blame the copycat 

I broke the fall and covered you all, so what's that 

I make the call for bouncing the ball, you got that 

Mr. Jekyll or Hyde, well I gotta decide which one 

I'll get you screaming like a bitch in case you want some 

I'm seconds behind, behind my own pair of mind 

You see I gotta catch up if I wanna be found in me 

Holding my brain that looks like going insane 

I feel like Dorian Grey and I'm out of the frame 

Twenty-five hundred years reclaiming what they had 

Don't blame the copycat 

Seventy years reminiscing what they said 

Yeah, don't blame the copycat 

Twenty-five hundred years reclaiming what they had 

Don't blame the copycat 

Seventy years reminiscing what they said 

Yeah, don't blame the copycat 

Make a false move bitch, I make you fall like Niagara Falls 

Big and hairy balls, hear my calls, break the dolls 

Mr. Hyde breaking out from my fucked up mentality 

Read the news tomorrow another lyrical fatality 

Lurking in the shadows I wait for my prayer to come 

Striking from the darkness I invite you all to get some 

Tall dark and handsome I hold your kids for ransom 

Psycho motherfucker I'll be famous like The Hansons 

London after dark, feel me breathing down your neck 

Sending chills down your spine, hear my microphone check 

One time, two time, three times, here it comes 

Your life is nothing now, dust you off like bread crumbs 

Twenty-five hundred years reclaiming what they had 

Don't blame the copycat 

Seventy years reminiscing what they said 

Yeah, don't blame the copycat 

Twenty-five hundred years reclaiming what they had 

Don't blame the copycat 

Seventy years reminiscing what they said 

Yeah, don't blame the copycat