No Copy

Yeah… They can copy the name,

copy the style, copy the moves… But they can’t copy the reason

I’m here. {cold open,

cinematic rise, vocal

in

front} I see them in the mirror tryna wear my reflection,

Borrowing the look but they missed the direction,

Same type of words but they lack the connection,

Trying to take my crown without earning the selection.

They chase the spotlight,

they run for the fame,

But a fake little spark can’t replace a flame,

They can write my letters,

they can spell my name,

But they’ll never understand why I became.

I built this from nothing,

I walked through the rain,

They only show up when they see my name,

Want the rewards but avoid the pain,

Want the victory but skipped the game.

{verse groove

locks, add hi-hat ticks} No copy,

no clone, no second me,

One voice, one path,

one legacy,

You can steal the style but you can’t steal the soul,

I’m 39 Degrees, I’m in control.

No copy, no fake,

no substitute, You can wear the shoes but you won’t make the

route, Everybody wants what they see on the screen,

But they don’t know the work behind the dream.

{hook drops in, wider mix,

crowd-response doubles} They’re chasing a shadow that they’ll never catch,

Trying to open a door but they don’t have the latch,

I’m not a trend,

I’m a permanent mark,

A name that shines even deep in the dark.

They want my position,

they want my place,

But they can’t recreate the fire in my face,

You can copy the outfit,

copy the pose, But you can’t copy the story that nobody knows.

I’m not competing, I’m setting the pace,

They’re trying to follow but losing the race,

A thousand imitators can stand

in a row, But there’s only one person who started the show.

{add counter-melody, denser drums} No copy,

no clone, no second me,

One voice, one path,

one legacy, You can steal the style but you can’t steal the

soul, I’m 39 Degrees,

I’m in control. {bigger hook reprise,

extra ad-libs}

Let them talk… Let them try…

Every fake eventually gets left behind.

The world knows the difference… Between a copy…

And the original.

{breakdown, drums pull back,

tension} NO COPY, NO CLONE,

NO SECOND ME, ONE VOICE,

ONE PATH, ONE LEGACY,

YOU CAN STEAL THE STYLE BUT YOU CAN’T STEAL THE SOUL,

I’M 39 DEGREES, I’M IN CONTROL.

{beat slows down, drums disappear,

full

stop, silence, then final hit}