Stealing Talent

You had taken something, you thought I wouldn't know?
It's a little something, you thought I would let it go
 
She’ll glance right by, it's just a little bit you thought
No, I know when something is MY shit and I know the meaning it brought
 
You can twist things this way and that
The core of the meaning cannot be changed and that's a fact
 
You took a piece of talent you do not possess
If you did you wouldn't steal mine, I guess
 
Ah don't worry I won't blow your cover
It wouldn't make people scurry, to see what they could discover
 
To sum things up and let it be known
Take any more of my work and your cover will be blown!  
 
(That's a warning shot. I am nice until I am not.)