Wu-Tang Clan’s ‘People Say’ Is a Ripoff, Lawsuit Says

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People are saying that Wu-Tang Clan’s “People Say” is a ripoff. At least, three people are saying it in a lawsuit filed by Wu-Tang producer Mathematics.
In a suit filed Friday in federal court in New York, Samuel Culley, Thomas Price and Ervan Waters, of the 1960s group The Diplomats, say that the 2017 track from the hip-hop group infringes on their 1969 song “I’ve Got the Kind of Love.”
According to the suit, “People Say’ reproduces, and constitutes a derivative work based upon, Plaintiffs’ composition ‘I’ve Got The Kind of Love.’”
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“Throughout its duration, ‘People Say’ contains and embodies multiple recognizable and protectable elements of Plaintiffs’ ‘I’ve Got The Kind of Love,’” the suit reads. “These original, protectable elements include but are not limited to the melody, chords, lyrics, instrumentation, and rhythmic elements of ‘I’ve Got The Kind of Love.’ (Even the title ‘People Say’ is a lyric from ‘I’ve Got The Kind of Love.’)”
The suit goes on to say that the songs are so similar that “ordinary observers have publicly commented on the usage and/or similarity.”
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TheWrap has reached out to a spokeswoman for Wu-Tang Clan for comment on the lawsuit.
Alleging copyright infringement, the suit seeks unspecified damages.
Listen to “People Say” and “I’ve Got the Kind of Love” below and draw your own conclusions.
Pamela Chelin contributed to this report.

Just because rappers don’t get the recognition they deserve doesn’t mean they’re no good. Here are 27 of the most underrated rappers and some of their most fire lyrics. 

E-40 (Vallejo, California)
“I be more hipper than a hippopotamus / Get off in your head like a neurologist / Pushin more weight than Atlas / Got a partner by the name of 2Pacalypse”
–“Sprinkle Me”
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Childish Gambino (Los Angeles)
“And yes I’m in the building like a horror movie killer / I gotta stay sick, I’d be dead if I was iller / Is it weird going hard when these n—-s goin pillow? / Yep, my life is great, I changed my stars / I re-arrange fate when I rap on bars”
–“I’m On It”

Meek Mill (Philadelphia)
“I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this / So I had to grind like that to shine like this / In a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit / In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists”
–“Dreams and Nightmares”

Kevin Gates (Baton Rouge, Louisiana)
“Full time father, full time artist / Asked God, he said “grind harder”/ Learn from every time you ever fail / If it never fail just grind smarter”
–“I Don’t Get Tired”

Nipsey Hussle (Los Angeles)
“Young Nipsey Hussle ain’t some shit that you should sleep on / Rich before rap had to let the streets go / Faith in my transition I know I’ll be back in beast mode”
–“Rose Clique”
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Gza (Brooklyn, NY)
In mic fights I swing swords and cut clowns / Shit is too swift to bite you record and write it down / I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe / On some wild out shit, to insert a fiend
–“Liquid Swords”

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Big L (New York)
“The iron horse is the train and champagne is bubbly / A deuce is a honey that’s ugly / If your girl is fine, she’s a dime / A suit is a fine, jewelry is shine / If you in love, that mean you blind / Genuine is real, a face card is a $100 bill / A very hard, long stare is a grill”
— “Ebonics”

Aceyalone (Los Angeles)
“By the powers vested in me, I digested MCs / Food for thought, caught on to the end of the rope and swung / Then stood stiff, as if I was on a cliff / Knobby knee sticks, my feet are made of bricks / When I walk, my footprints indent cement”
— “Guidelines”
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Kurupt (Hawthorne, California)
“Psychosomatic, automatic static / Catatonic, supersonic, bubonic chronic addict / Astronomical in the Thunderdome center / In the depths of the dungeon, dangerous, dastardly”
— “I Call Shots”
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Jadakiss (Yonkers, NY)
“‘Kiss hit you with consecutive hot shit / Therefore nobody ever gon’ spit like I spit / Get money just to walk through, off the books / So when you mention my name, shit is off the hook”
–“Put Ya Hands Up”
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Del the Funky Homosapien (Oakland)
“Volatile with my profile, like Molotovs / MC’s must be on auto-pilot, waddle silent / Like some platypuses, Del is down with data pushers / With top secret floppy disk and battle armor and Mecha / Plus all the rhymes that I’m bangin are double-decker, to check ya”
— “Oakland Blackouts”
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Wale (Washington, D.C.)
“Chip on my shoulder, big enough to feed Cambodia / See, I never fit into they quotas / Sneakers wasn’t fitting and my knees needed lotion / Long before I knew the significance of a comb / I roam like phone with no vocal reception / Immigrant parents had me feeling like a step-kid / And black Americans never did accept me”

Lupe Fiasco (Chicago)
“Your child’s future was the first to go with budget cuts / If you think that hurts then, wait here comes the uppercut / The school was garbage in the first place, that’s on the up and up / Keep you at the bottom but tease you with the upper crust”
–“Words I Never Said”

Big Pun (Bronx, New York)
“Dead in the middle of Little Italy, little did we know / That we riddled two middlemen who didn’t do diddly”
— “Twinz (Deep Cover 98)”

DJ Quik (Compton, California)
“The producer get funky down to the last ounce / And I’m creative too – so I don’t need “Mo’ Bounce” / But to you suckas in my city claimin’ I got a “Def Wish” / You should try again fool, you ain’t hittin’ near this”
–“Way 2 Fonky”

Beanie Sigel (Philadelphia)
“But still I cry tears of a hustler / Wipe tears from my mother, pull out beers for her brothers / That’s above us, make beds for the babies / Tuck kids under covers, buy cribs for their mothers / Shit, I’ll probably be wilding with their fathers / Tell Ms. Robert, tell Anajmah that I’m riding for her father”
— “What We Do”

Soopafly (Long Beach, California)
“Recoginiz, I let you kick it / You let me stick it, then I ric it / Say you law fit, toss it, its gone / I don’t like to talk on the phone”
— “Dat Whoopty Woop”

Q-Tip (Queens, New York)
“People give your ears so I be sublime / It’s enjoyable to know you and the concubine / N—-s, take off your coats ladies, act like gems / Sit down, Indian style, as we recite these hymns / See, lyrically I’m Mario Andretti on the mo-mo / Ludicrous, we speedy, or infectious with the slow-mo”
— “Award Tour”
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Keith Murray (Long Island, New York)
“I launch tomahawk missiles when I talk / With promiscuous intelligence like Mr. Roarke / From New York into the world over / I walk MC’s like Jesus walked on water”

MF Doom (London, England)
“Torn in, poor men sworn in / Cornish hens switching positions, auditioning morticians / Saw it in a vision, ignoring prison / Ignoramuses enlist and sound dumb”
–“That’s That

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Black Thought (Philadelphia)
“It’s the elephant in the room / Created by a collision of the sun and the moon / My sonogram was an image of a gun in the womb / That was soon to be doper than heroin in a spoon”
— “Bird’s Eye View”
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Masta Ace (Brooklyn, New York)
“I breathe down shit so hard you can see sound / And beat down these rap clowns in like three rounds / My pen ’bout as sharp as a dagger, walk with a swagger / Tie your wife to the back of a black Jag and I drag her”
— “Hellbound”

Royce the 5’9″ (Detroit)
“I’m the verbal-spit Smith-Wesson / I unload with sick spit / The quick wit could split a split-second / Bomb with a lit wick expression / You hear a tick-tick then you testing”
— “Boom”

Redman (Newark, New Jersey)
“Throw your hands in the air, and wave em like you just don’t care / And if you haven’t been f—–, by the soopaman luvaLet me hear you say, oh yeah yeah! / Oh yeah yeah! Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant”
–“Tonight’s Da Night”


Pharaohe Monch (Queens, New York)
“It’s my terminology that strike up mind and rips this beat apart / You know the many styles I choose will bruise crews from the start / I flow awkwardly cause awkwardly I flow fast to the rhythm / Incisions are made into the brain and then I begin to give em a lobotomy, follow me I’m shapin’ your brain…like…pottery”
— “Bring It On”
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Crooked I (Long Beach, California)
“I spot a victim / The plot’ll thicken when the clock is ticking / I caught him slipping / I gotta give him a shot I hit him / With proper spitting, hottest writtens and compositions / So competition’s a contradiction”
— “The Cypher”
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Ras Kass (Carson, California)
“Extraterrestrial poet, my pen stroke is grotesque / Rugged n—-, abrasive to any foe flesh / So let’s paint 1,000 words worth a picture / Panoramic though, more esoteric than hieroglyphs and scriptures / Chemical mixtures, spit yours, not just kick words / Spit swords when we joust from the mouth, dog”
— “Van Gogh”

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