Dope on Plastic (Vocal) Songtext

von Uptown

Dope on plastic

A-yo Dante, start up the phonograph
Gather round the whole Tommy Boy staff
Listen up as I take out the rhyme book
Four minutes calculates the time took
Thought of a beat that's sort of authentic
Formed a rude attitude and got in it to win it
Saddled the microphone, flipped on the switch to mount
9-13-9 the rhyme count
Rehearsed the curse to reimburse your change purse
But chill til I finish the third verse
Stare if you dare then I'll put you in a square, son
Toe to toe, clear my throat and shoot a fair one
Others may play but I slay as a felony
Took me in custody, arrested my melody
Made one call then I was over the prison wall
Escape of all time and the rhyme explained it all
Wanted as a criminal but I'm not that slick
(What's the charge, Town?) Dope on plastic

Now to break out a style so incredible
To biters not edible, sitting on a pedestal
To be specific, I'm not terrific
Just a manifester who can get off with it
Staying a course before my voice gets hoarse
Possess the high power of the US Air Force
It's not a choice you were chose by random
Get meaner, then a subpoena I hand 'em
In front of the judge you have to state your case
Cause in this category, you were a misplace
It's not a trick don't contradict the style
My purpose is to warn without getting wild
Don't like what I write, you have a part to act
Once told I'm on a roll and ready for combat
Head for downfall and already said, took count
And estimated about a thousand dead
The point reflected, I can't be neglected
Emcees are sickness and I'm the antiseptic
Visual impact no time for correction
You're the world champ? Objection
Cause I'm the true holder of the title and test
Just sheer intelligence I must manifest
Fully equipped to lip and I'm ready to whip 'em
A murderer and like Jack I'll rip 'em
Go fetch the bastards, stretch like elastic
Try to cope cause this is dope on plastic

Standing with the image of a two ton diesel
Try to be Audi and the rats will seize you
Take you in for questioning then you choke up
All those who rap up wind up broke up
This is a warning to anyone who write a rhyme
My microphone is sketched out on a Wanted sign
Put up or shut up, there's no better set-up
I'm prepared to go head up as my rivals get fed up
So I hold one down, go one round
Who will be the victor, me, Uptown
Score with a metaphor, I don't think you're ready for
A conqueror stomping ya, hitting like a meteor
And I swarm in the form of a thunderstorm
Killing emcees, slaying the first born
Later be greater, burning slow as the detonator
It's no mistake see it's me the re-animator
Can't resist by getting dissed or pissed
Yo tell 'em the name of this (dope on plastic)