Copy Copy

(Radio static)
Can anyone hear me?
Can any
Ca-
Ca-
Crap
Somebody get me someone to fix this!
Some idiot just pulled a Kamikaze!
Can I get some help here?
This Eminem guy's suicidal!
Uh, Uh, Uh

Kamikaze
Spinning crazy
Copy Copy
Ain’t no one answerin' there
Kamikaze
Getting heady

I gotta give credit for flair
But
MGK said it
This suicide plane's falling
How the heck you gonna get outa here?
You got Lil Pump
Got lil Yachty
Fine by me, you killed their music, hope no one ever finds the bodies
But there’s a point when dissing others loses it's taste
Throwing yourself at the enemy? Where's the need for haste?
If you even see this you'll insult me and my music because I'm not a pro
Great
Though, I gotta admit
If the king even mentions me to diss me it'll show I'm on his list
On the radar
Why Kamikaze
Why make things messy?
I'll just get straight to the point
Yeah I’m a nobody
So were you
And don’t give me that crap that I'm copying you
Cause everyone copies someone else
Don’t matter whether you're superhuman innovative cause there's someone always waiting listen to history the king's always dethroned no matter how great he’s grown, no matter how famously far he's known There's always someone waiting to be the next king when the man with the royal ring falls… yo
I respect Eminem's bringing the fall of that mumble rap
Respect his hate of the use of that with all It's trap
What I don't respect is his attacking anyone rising the rap ranks with some knack
He dissed
My boy NF
That got me a little pissed
When someone's doing good it ain't cool to go at them with a kick
Let let me flip this
It's a hard concept let me grip this
It's a hard beat, but I'ma hit this!
Kamikaze means you're out of control
So Em's king but his armor's got a few holes
Tell me, what're your goals?
Already proved you're the best
No need of a suicide bombing, give it a rest
You get the fans for insulting somebody
And with some I can see the point of the diss
But eventually there'll be too many for a headshot, you're gonna have to miss (HAH! Get it?)
In a state of bliss
"I killed everyone!" But wait, you also crashed
Em, you're the king, but in a hundred years will they remember you?
I suspect your memory will have passed
If you ever notice me enough and write back to attack
Let me use a little 8-mile slap
Yeah, nobody knows who I am
I don't have any fans
I'm a kid who doesn't even cuss
Everyone knows I'm a bust
I'm broke so I have to save for months to buy a beat
At a conference my table would be empty at the meet and greet
Heck, I wouldn't have the money to make it there
Your rhymes will crush me layer after layer
Impressive
At least my music is here to help
Crush despair with a checkmate
"I ain't here to save the f***ing children, but if one in a million feels and then relates that's great"
You don't do this for us, you do it for the numbers always growing in your banks
I may have some music attacking others, but my music is full of hope
Yours is full of hate
I may not have been raised in the hood
But I've seen crap that give me nightmares, I try to encourage others to do good
You wanna go brood? That's okay
I try to offer people hope for a clean slate
Reverse their awful fate
Diss me, diss me, but I won't ever break
This isn't a diss, Em
But it is a question of your motives…
Now why did you go off and attack poor Nate?

Kamikaze
Spinning crazy
Copy Copy
Ain't no one answerin' there
Kamikaze
Getting heady
I'm doing something while others look on and stare

This isn't disrespect
I'm not going to ignore the aspect
Of you being the greatest with Pac
I'm going through rap's door, I promise I'll knock
Look at that clock
Look at the time
These moments are mine
But while this isn't an attack
I'm just going to state the facts
You're great
Since I was small I thought I'd be like you
Thought it was fate
Even this rhythm is paired with a "Killshot" type beat
I swore when I saw 8-mile I'd never get cold feet
I don't care if I have less skill
What I care about his how this makes others feel
No matter how cruddy or great a hand in life we get the deal
You made the best of your life
But as you move on You search after fame for fame itself
Maybe it's time to put the pride on the shelf
I ain't saying I'm perfect we all deal with pride
But I'm someone who can recognize I need help
Pride comes before the fall ‘Em
We all fall in the end
But I'll choose to bend
You can stand tall and break
And when we finally get your “Copy Copy” for help
I'm warning you man
It might be a little late…

Crash…
Crash…
All so fast
Cash…
Cash…
Screw it, give me my help back

(Plane crash, scream)