[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