Prince sing another song, it’s written on your face, 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 it’s 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
( chorus ) What, plastic y’all , plastic, what plastic ya’ll ( repeat ) 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
( chorus )
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
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Copy to Clipboard: Prince sing another song, it’s written on your face, 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 it’s 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
( chorus ) What, plastic y’all , plastic, what plastic ya’ll ( repeat ) 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
( chorus )
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
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