Plastic

[Verse 1]
With your fast lane rap game microcosm
Pseudo-Street Fighter bit
We done seen the likes of it a million times over
Quota filled
Expose your elements envelop the whole
You spit fragmented anecdotes
We full spectrum, broad range radius
No limits soldier, sabotage your camouflage
Entrenched and dissed
These cats oblivious to what they fighting for
It's time for
Tally the casualties, scatter my ashes
Let them adhere to the planet as it revolves 360
Revolutions rhyming solar to the polar opposites
It's standstill
Your landfill deposits rest-idle non-bio degrade
Melt your plastic
Let's observe your origin
Disguised by the ties to the surface
Your factory formula
Formed to the basics, drawn to the shallow
Lost in the shadows
Its reason for which it once originated
Get into your stance of rock and get invigorated
Yo we finna take it back, ya'll
To where it all began

[Hook]
With your pop trends and predetermined top tens
It's obvious, you're flossin' your plastic
No to mainstream
Assembling the same things
Over and over again
You're plastic (You're damn right)
With your big dough
High stakes, mind state
I guess it's your resigned fate
You're plastic, yo
Sounds like the same song
What do ya'll exchange for
Other than the premise
That you're plastic

[Verse 2]
With a removable objectivity
Consider me canon
You vanish behind that plastic side
Familiarly tired of wire
With the same synthetic impulse
Your circuitry workin' me wrong ways
We all phased
This small phase was kept content
With rapping what's inherent, naturally
Posturing consequences of a b-boy
The sight of a blind man, the mic stand
Not lonely in my presence
Iridescent under the silvery moonlit
We blue-chip, player five too shit
You sideline synapses
Lead by the masses, on the web
Fed by it's vastness
Turn on the axis
Maybe you can access my meaning
These worldly comforts got a hand on me ya'll I'm leaving
Oh, the sunset
Remember me when she dreaming
So check it out ya'll
Check it out ya'll
Check it out ya'll
Check it out ya'll
One, two, three, four
C'mon

[Hook]
With your pop trends and predetermined top tens
It's obvious, you're flossin' your plastic
No to mainstream
Assembling the same things
Over and over again
You're plastic (You're damn right)
With your big dough
High stakes, mind state
I guess it's your resigned fate
You're plastic, yo
Sounds like the same song
What do ya'll exchange for
Other than the premise
That you're plastic

Yeah, ya'll know the movements
But you're plastic
C'mon
But you're plastic
Damn right
But you're plastic
C'mon
You can cut it, and send it
Back to the beginning for me