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 prime time beef   What's hard at first but melts in the heat      They call that plastic, what   Plastic, y'all, hit it, plastic, what   Plastic, y'all, hit it, plastic, what   Plastic, y'all, hit it, plastic, what   Shake it up over here   Plastic, plastic, plastic, plastic      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 okay      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 plastic, what   Plastic, y'all, hit it, plastic, what   Plastic, y'all, hit it, plastic, what   Plastic, y'all, hit it, plastic, what   Shake it up over here   Plastic, plastic, plastic, plastic      I don't know hip hop, what's this?   What's this? You know but 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, plastic   I'll be the scapegoat, plastic and that's foul, plastic   I'll be the sellout, plastic but that's foul, plastic   I'll be the wick wick wack, plastic but that's foul, plastic      Plastic   Plastic   Plastic   ...