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Duplicates

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Duplicates wurde am 23. April 2026 von Casey Weber als Teil des Albums Casey With a Capital S- Single veröffentlicht

Songdetails

AlbumCasey With a Capital S- Single

Veröffentlichungsdatum23. April 2026

LabelCasey Weber

SpracheEnglish

Melodizität

Akustizität

Valence

Tanzbarkeit

Energie

BPM89

SONG-INFO

SONGTEXTE

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Casey Weber

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Casey Weber

Songwriter

Moritz Busch

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

prod.vanilla21

Producer

Sam Berson

Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

Duplicates, every rapper sounding like the last five did

Who approved of this? Rap game sounding like a bunch of sad white kids

It ain't hitting like it used to hit, cause when it's truth you spit

They're yelling"That guys cringe"

I'm not the one to do this with

Why don't you take a step back and let me do my bit

Look at me, I wrote a song about nothing, here it goes

Put a generic flow to a beat and it's very slow

I'm getting so many hoes off writing these shitty poems

And lying that I'm a gangster when really I live at home

I'm telling you it's a cancer, the music industry's grown

Everyone speaking truth's diluted with twenty clones

Try to be true to you and you're doing this shit alone

And hearing them bitch and moan how they would've did the song

Now first off, I don't remember asking for help

This ain't a workshop, put your hammer back in your belt and let your words talk

Now I see why you could be jealous, I do this stupidly well

It's unfair to you and the fellas, but hell of a job selling what you do to the kids

Another twenty years and they won't know what musical is

Cause rap's looking like a deep throat scene

Women hate it and they're making all this noise and barely moving their lips

Cause they're duplicates, every rapper sounding like the last five did

Who approved of this? Rap game's sounding like a bunch of mad white kids

It ain't hitting like it used to hit

Cause when it's truth you spit, they're saying

That guys cringe

I'm not the one to do this with

I can become a hit, I don't need to use my fists

Who's fire? I brought me a bucket

And I'm tossing a plug in, to drown them out and put a stop to the sucking

Honestly, fuck it. I don't need this song to be public

I put this shit together just to see the jaws of the judges

Cause anybody dropping tops in this economy's bluffing

Ought to be jumping these dudes for what they taught to the youngins

La-da-dee-da-da-dee-da-da-dee, that's all they be bumping

Bottles of Tussin and dollars and the models they're fucking

I got a pretty strong stance on a lot, for sure

But I'm just trying to be the writer hip-hop deserves

Popping percs is not gonna solve the earths problems, sir

I'm positive! I bought, shot, and dropped more guap in Joaquin El Chapo's purse

Then Pac Shakur'd be worth if he walked the earth now

Take it from me, you could not have copied a worse sound

Shitty writing, like Yachty pulled the top of his shirt down

All they do is copy what the last guy did

Are we really gonna let em ruin rap like this

All they do is copy what the last guy did

Are we really gonna let em ruin rap like this

All they do is copy what the last guy did

Are we really gonna let em ruin rap like this

Copy, copy, copy the last guy's shit

I can't believe we let em ruin rap like this with these duplicates

Written by: CASEY LOREN WEBER, Moritz Busch

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