[Verse 1: Hössi]
Well 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 be squeezin' his throat and I'm beatin' his 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 player's mode that makes it worthwhile
We walk the extra mile

[Chorus: Hössi]
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

[Verse 2: Hössi]
I broke the fall, and covered you all, so what's that?
I make the call for bouncing the ball
If not Jekyll or Hyde, well I gotta decide which one
I'll get you screamin' like a bitch in case you want some
Well I'm seconds behind, behind my own damn mind
You see I gotta catch up, if I wanna be found in me
Holding my brain, feels like I'm goin' insane
I feel like Dorian Grey, and I'm out of the frame
[Chorus: Hössi]
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)

[Verse 3: Ómar]
Make a false move bitch, I'll make you fall like Niagara Falls
Big and hairy balls, hear my calls, bring the dogs
Mr. Hyde breaking out from my fucked up mentality
Read the news tomorrow, 'nother lyrical fatality
Lurking in the shadows, I wait for my prey 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 times, three times, here it comes!
Your life is nothing now, dust you off like bread crumbs

[Chorus: Hössi]
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