Yo! What you doing? You biting my style! Back up off that shit! You biting my style, that's some old-school shit, I spit one hot verse, next thing you sound like this. Same flow, same flavor, trying to jack my technique, But you can't steal originality — that's something I keep. I came with my own, never followed no trend, You heard what I did, now you're doing it again. You can bite my style, but you can't be me, 'Cause the words from my pen come from what I lived and seen. Stop biting my style, get your own damn flow, Quit biting my style everywhere you go. You can copy my rhythm, try to mimic my sound, But when the real one walks in, the copy gets found. Stop biting my style, yeah, I'm calling you out, If you can't bring your own, what you rapping about? I see what you're doing, don't think I don't know, You picked up my flavor, then you ran with the flow. But imitation ain't creation, that's a fact, You can bite what I started, but you can't give it back. My style got fingerprints, stamped with my name, My pain made the bars, my life made the game. So keep taking notes, keep studying the file, But you'll never be original by biting my style. That's right… Back in the day, we called that biting. You ain't inspired— **You biting my style.** Now get your own.
