Verse 1:
Yo, I see them copycats stealin’ rhymes for the clout,
They ain't got the soul, they just out here runnin' their mouths.
Pirates on the mic, but they ain't got no map,
They lost at sea, can't even find where they at.

Real recognize real, I ain't talkin’ no lies,
You just a shadow in the game, I’m the one with the skies.
Steal from the culture, but it’s still the same theft,
Chasin' the wave but they ain't got no depth.

Chorus:
Pirates on the block but they ain't got no heart,
Just stealin' from the stars but they're stuck in the dark.
You ain't rockin' with the truth, you just playin' the part,
Better understand the craft, it's a different kind of art.

Verse 2:
They tryna bite my sound, but can't ride my wave,
Like a cheap imitation of the life I gave.
I put work in the grind, they just hop on the train,
While I’m sailin’ through the storms, they stuck in the rain.

Cultural thieves tryna make a quick score,
But there’s always a cost, and they ain't built for the war.
They copy the flash, but miss the whole essence,
I'm teachin’ ’em a lesson, but they ain't get the message.

Chorus:
Pirates on the block but they ain't got no heart,
Just stealin' from the stars but they're stuck in the dark.
You ain't rockin' with the truth, you just playin' the part,
Better understand the craft, it's a different kind of art.

Bridge:
Steal the sound, steal the style, but they can’t steal the soul,
They don’t know the grind, the hustle, the toll.
It’s more than just words, it’s the life that we live,
If you want the real, better learn how to give.

Outro:
So the pirates gonna ride, but they’ll never be kings,
Real recognize real, and they don't know what it brings.
The art ain't for the takin', it’s for those who respect,
Understand the game, and the truth you can’t neglect.

now I want to kick off 100 bars for ya'll / as the dedication of this memorial
the list of my sins website / would not be complete without this feature right?
like a brick wall of rhyme / intimidating to the uninitiated mind
an esoteric lyrical discipline / a practice of real hip-hop tradition
like the albums in my lists / and their respective recording artists
their poetry goes way back / like NES and the duck hunt gat
how long have they been around / and how timeless is their sound
consider the content of their media / there are many expressions fitting criteria
matching demands for justice / and spanking fools who ain't up to it
would you pirate their product? / and steal from someone like that?
when they come legitimately / how can you take yourself seriously?!
you can't undo the piracy / how will you try to break the curse?
buy the album to pay the rapper? / but you already listened to yours!
Q: who's this one for?  / tell me if you know
A: the person who'd have bought if you didn't! / now what is that supposed to solve?
stay off of their album rack / not within 500 feet
youre banned for life / go to mecca become a hajji
youre still going owe them / don't never forget
what happens when you die? / review who you gipped
how did you do that / with what ISP hotspot
your webspace is now property of hip-hop / converted into an online record shop
dedicated to the sale of CD-ROMs / to off-set the carbon footprint of your crimes
100 bars to seal the deal / and verify it's finalized
this rap settles that / transfer the deed to the website
sign on the dotted line / saying that you agree
its because of people like you / we can't have nice things!
its like cyber hell for cyber villan / their online presence is under crucificion
the intersection of morality, capital, and entertainment, / your behavior is just shameful and disgraceful
apologize to those artists / advertise their raps
see if anyone will buy them / if you can even do jack

to be continued