Transmission from Tha Cat Lair

Meanwhile, at Tha Cat Lair:
 You can write it all you wanna
 It still don't make it true
 And you can ink it on yer body
 It still don't make it you
 And you can talk shit all you wanna
 But it don't make me blue
 Cuz in the end I'm Tha ORIGINAL
 La GATA Verdadera, boo
 Baby-boo the jig is up
 Copycat I had enough
 Doppelganger yer a hanger-on
 You don't believe it, tough
 Whole style predating Zero betcha
 Before I met and letcha
 Into my life to swipe my shit
 But now who's playin' catch-up
 Keep switching morphing--LAME
 You'll always stay the same
 You's for the litterbox
 I'm the cream off the top; I reign
 No point in all yer fronting
 Ain't trying to start nothing
 But if your brother called you out then that should tell you something
 So mark in all the corners
 Spray all the sites you wanna
 Facade dissolved and I'm absolved with just a karmic sponge-up
 You track and smear my pawprints
 And since your dagger I sensed
 Google, hack my page go all out
 Pussy foot when you get called out
 You can write it all you wanna
 It still don't make it true
 And you can ink it on yer body
 It still don't make it you
 And you can talk shit all you wanna
 But it don't make me blue
 Cuz in the end I'm Tha ORIGINAL
 La GATA Verdadera, boo
 (phone rings)
 GATA: Catcall... 'ey--what's up?
 PoppaRazi: 'Ey yo, GATA, what's happening, yo-- it's going down in the city, man, you feel like coming out?
 GATA: Not... really... got it outta my system now...
 PoppaRazi: Nah, man-- (scoffs) you talking bout that old shit, nah, nah--
 GATA: Depends!
 PoppaRazi: Yo, listen, listen--it's--
 GATA: (laughs)
 PoppaRazi: What you laughing at?! It's--yo, it's some shit going down in the hood--let's go!
 GATA: Ai--Aight, I'm on my way! Nyan!