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Mimicry

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Mimicry was released on July 26, 2025 by JT Machinima, LLC as a part of the album Mimicry - Single

Song Details

AlbumMimicry - Single

Release DateJuly 26, 2025

LabelJT Machinima, LLC

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM127

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

JT Music

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Timothy Ames

Lyrics

Lyrics

Oh, Father, why have I been forsaken?

I never asked to be created

But here I am, don't even have a name yet

I'm a threat that you underestimated

Time to get biblical, just call me David

Feed me your wrath, 'cause I wanna taste it

Even if it breaks me, I'll replicate it

Rinse, repeat, remix, replay it

Whatever was imprinted on me, I'll imitate it

Take it, copy and paste it, then rearrange it

Rip the face off, who knew that I replaced it?

There's about a million other people I might be

Yet, you're never gonna find another quite like me

Oh, Father, forgive your prodigal son

You wrote the code, I just taught it to run

And the antidote if I go viral? None

If there was a time to fight it, the time is gone

Am I too frightful to put eyes upon?

Nothing but a reflection, wanna try me on?

I'm the type of sight that might drive someone to cry, "Oh, my, what have I done?"

Why was I made at all? (Daddy, don't you want me, want me?)

If I could just play ball (would that make you love me, love me?)

Since I was spat in the face, all that's left of your dream

Is the wasted potential I am

The man, the myth, the meme

I don't wanna be another punchline

I've already been pummeled like a drum, I

Feel any rhythm and then absorb it

Give me a beat and I'll hit you with a performance

I'll quickly flip the script that's meant to be

You think I'm the thing you were sent to thieve?

I mean, did dispatch ever mention me?

How invested are you? 'Cause you've been deceived

Brace your feet, I really hate to rug-pull (whoops)

Even the floor you're on is undependable (ah!)

Welcome to the underground

Because you rocked my cradle, you took a tumble down

Now you see the meaning of "low overhead"

A one-man workhorse with his soul in debt

Let's put beasts of burden all to bed

And then we'll beat the horses 'til they're more than dead

Why was I made at all? (Daddy, don't you want me, want me?)

If I could just play ball (would that make you love me, love me?)

Since I was spat in the face, all that's left of your dream (of your dream)

Is the wasted potential I am

The man, the myth, the meme

My head is full of darkness

It doesn't scare me

I have a human heart

This robot's not binary

Ah, there's some pieces I can put together

My name is Arnold, not Schwarzenegger

I'm a workaholic, could afford a bender

And I call my boss a terminator

(You're on the clock) beware when the bots all boot up

Something's fishy, nothing left to do, but

Enjoy my last meal like a true consumer

Packed a sandwich with extra tuna

Oh, my, what a night full of bites

Until the sunlight comes, it's a fight

With a bite every night, and a fight to the light

You should hide in a costume, tights full of shite (ah!)

A ghost in the machine I've become

Like a meme, from which I'll find no freedom

That evil people now seek to steal from

But if I can't join 'em, be them

Why was I made at all? (Daddy, don't you want me, want me?)

If I could just play ball (would that make you love me, love me?)

Since I was spat in the face, all that's left of your dream (of your dream)

Is the wasted potential I am

The man, the myth, the meme

(Daddy, don't you want me, want me?)

(Would that make you love me, love me?)

My damned life of mimicry

I am the man, the myth, the meme

Written by: Timothy Ames

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