Plastic - P.M. Dawn

Instead i put pressure on the whole damn place,

I never liked running through the crowd with no proof,

So now i gotta flex in the steps of the truth,

Forever hearing prince has to stick to his kind,

Prince make a love song about a tech 9,

I thought prince be had to be prince be Yet they wanna riff when they find i disagree

With that dog eat dog, i’m a get mine

Even if i’m stepin on your frame of mind

You can ring things where the ringin’things at.

But prince be thinks its widdack

So now i’m accused of spikin’the punch

And i’ll be the scapegoat for fakin’the funk

But when they set up another prince time beef

What’s hard at first, but melts in the heat, they call that plastic

What, plastic ya’ll, plastic, what plastic ya’ll

Shake it up over here

Lord, what they wanna serve me now

A cup of dried rainbows and a dark cloud

You wanna picture me as you well, no way.

See i’m into innovations ok Don’t you know they itchy itchy me When they itchy itchy you

Passin off the mic through the kissy kissy crew

What else can display through a mind that’s foul.

Can the politics show you how, come on now…

I refused to be used as an under cover clone

Or even bad to the bone

Nocturna caps an «uh oh"persona

That calculate traits that do what you wanna what…

Tic toc me for the crazy fliz

Do you really want to know what a sellout is Did you ever see a feather that could break a nut

They melt every time you heat’em up Because they’re

I don’t know hip hop, what’s this?

What’s this?

see what i’m sayin…

Save the snakes because you can’t find me.

You treat me right i’ll be good to you

Whatever’s clever for the scapegoat’s toys

The most superficial, sacrificial, interincarnational costume ever

And that’s called plastic… and that’s foul

I’ll be the sellout, and that’s foul

I’ll be the wick wick wack, and that’s foul