Rahzel - Carbon Copy (I Can't Stop)

[Chorus:] X 4 
I can`t stop 
I really don`t care about those other carbon copies 
Don`t stop Bobby  don`t stop 

[Verse 1] 
Yo  I`m the microphone champi on 
Any stage you get me on or let me on 
My ambi once is one step beyond 
Then my song is a correspond with the audi once 
Experi once the Renaiss once  my reson 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` shitted 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 Periogne, 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 

(Baby crying) 

[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! 

[Verse 2] 
Yo, I`m one of the illest vocalists to ever turn the mic on 
Let me download my sound, catalog the microns 
(Computer noises) Turn your website on 
dot transmission d-d-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 accesible when you`re pc`s on 
We can battle for your soul like Ki Yong Song 
We can battle for your girl like Rae Dawn Chong 
Yo you`re 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 

(Videogame noises) 

[Chorus] X 4 

[Verse 3] 
Yo we got the hottest, wildest fiber optic 
Double O 7 James Bond, talkin in your watch shit 
Watch this, Baywatch shit 
Topless, there`s no way you could stop this, spotless 
Keep the flame up in the cockpit 
(?) on some New Kids on the Block shit 
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 shit 
Frontin like you got shit 
PHD, without the doctrate 
If it wasn`t for break beats, you`d be rhymin over my shit 
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 cahlistenics been magnetic since first grade 
We can battle in the doorway or the hallway 
We can take the shit to the street, off and on Broadway 
We can battle where you buy your cheap ass clothes in front of 
Comway 
We can battle in the passenger seat of your motherfuckin Hyundai 

[Chorus] X 4 

[Chorus2 with variations til fade:] 
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