Carbon Copy (I Can't Stop)

[Hook:] 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 [Hook] 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 WWW 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) [Hook] 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 [Hook] X 4 [Hook2 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