2x: W/ no lies where gods ’ll kick firesSome say the greatest flattery comes in the form of imitation did it my way.Styles change like the eyes of the blind they reflect the stress that lies beneath the surfaceKickin’ the dirt, fitting on making it workforming a permanent thirst following herds til the absurdsubsides in ya mind, ch-ch-changin ya stride5 feet further foresight starts to climbto heights ya never knew and hues ya never drewWith a brush ya touched but never usedTo sketch this, renaissance eclecticReplica, icon, contemporary relic, embellishShoot to get it I got it to give it I’m tryin to fit it I gotta get with it for which. Part of the pushin’ I’m feeling the rush a the touch soul of fire forgiven, desire Creator the maker I met her I took it now take and make it I felt the mistake of the messenger, As she is my witness I feel survival been running for miles a touch a the dial the change has now begunIt's passable when just a commonality
But it's laughable when it's a lack of originalityTragedy, to copy another’s realityNever experienced- a grandly fabricated fantasyFallacy passed off on a technicalityA delusional mentality, born out of banalityGradually escaping the abnormalityThat's your humanity
Conforms your false face to the crowds you see(k)
CH: If You look u can seeIt's all the same peopleCarbon copy traced,
just wearing a different faceAnd If look you can seeIt's all the same peopleIn the same places doing what they say taIf you look you can peepIt's all the same peopleRockin’ the same style, front to profileAnd If you look you can seeIt's all the same people
2x: Open your eyesYou might be surprisedBy the pattern and the repetition of the disguise2x: It stems from a lack of confidence & self esteemTo steal someone else’s dreamAttempt to try to be 'emAt least what you can gleanFrom the surface that you've seenThe fashion statement screamedThe truths less obviousThe flaws get covered by the shine and sheenThe gloss worshiped as the ends and the means and in-betweenThe contents a superfluous thingUnimportant in your limited scheme of being
So now we go, to see the showThis Avant-garde, symmetricalFlexible facade, unethical regardto stretch about a yard with a camouflage barrage,And flashes of fashion that fasten their actionsThey ration their passion while they laugh and then they gasp whenThey entertain the masses, like cellophane on glasses They capture an image and distort it til it ccc-cracks itForced looks to book you, your souls cookedAll the same peoples just flashin’ like fast crooks (look)The good book I read it w/ lead hooks took notes from the pages the faces of man shookAn individual living amongst criminals quoted to keep it critical copied to walk a different tuneA mixed room I center myself certain A quick zoom I’m settin’ my scopes further
CH:
Some say the greatest flattery comes in the form of imitation did it my wayStyles change like the eyes of the blind they reflect the stress that lies beneath the surface

*Written by Robert Gallo, Matthew Burke and Lateef the Truthspeaker. All Lyrics property of Vokab Kompany copyright 2009