Plastic by The Army of II Lyrics
[Hook]
I like to keep it real
And that's the way I'll have it
But how can I do that when the world full of plastic
Tell these fake niggas that I ain't gon' have it
Have it no I ain't gon' have
It
How you niggas real and ya' brand full of plastic (3x)
Plastic niggas
I ain't gon' have it
[Verse 1: Stations Smith]
See when a nigga at his worst
People don't wanna' help, but when a nigga at the top
People assert themselves to be part of the glory
Fame, power, and money
They aren't movin' their lips
But their actions are sayin' somethin'
Words to be described on how they live their lives
Got to be wise cuz when you make it big
Fakeness always on the rise
But it enegized me cuz when I open eyes the more I see that
Fakeness in the air hold a breath for reality
It added me with a group of rebels
Fightin' for a spot at the top with the moguls
We were hopeful but the haters are worthless
Protest against the movement
Ask me how I do it
Tell em' ain't nothin'
If it ain't the lyrics then it gotta be somethin'
Puttin' words together, you can call it pluggin
Tell me ya dreams cuz my job is to crush em'
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Johnny Doc$]
It's tragic
How you lil' niggas made of plastic
Talkin' shit
Man I let my lyrics do the snappin'
Talkin' shit
You might just lose ya hearin' when I smack ya'
Flash Dwayne Wade layup when I pass ya
Chosen one
When I dunk out it's a classic
Cuz
Everywhere I move I got traffic
But these niggas ain't here you can call it holographic
A brother to cool
Guess it's in my dynamics
Flow so organic, it leave the rappers frantic
Panic, then they all fall like titanic
You said you was real
You was bein' sarcastic
You said you was real
Nigga why you wear that mask then
You said you was real, why has your soul been condemned
In a body full of sin, your skin gotta twin
Evil spirits are within'
Just to be a businessman
All you do is follow trends
But this is the end cuz...
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Stations Smith & Johnny Doc$]
Mama told me never lie so I...
Shoot for the truth cuz' I'm cold chillin'
Paul piercin', a hole in these rappers where their hearts used to be
Enemies cold hearted cuz we stowed them in a freezer
Better keep dreamin' cuz my lines knock em' out
Like NyQuil I'm so ill
Pack pills when the nights still, dark and bracin' for errors
Yeah we ill cuz we bringin' the terror
A new era passes on for generations
Illest annihilation, niggas be fascinated on how I'm settled with
Greatness
The statements overpowered by power leave em' nameless
Outrageous rhymes delivered on daily basis
[Outro]
So face it, we push away the fakeness
Black Board Mannequins erase em'
I like to keep it real
And that's the way I'll have it
But how can I do that when the world full of plastic
Tell these fake niggas that I ain't gon' have it
Have it no I ain't gon' have
It
How you niggas real and ya' brand full of plastic (3x)
Plastic niggas
I ain't gon' have it
[Verse 1: Stations Smith]
See when a nigga at his worst
People don't wanna' help, but when a nigga at the top
People assert themselves to be part of the glory
Fame, power, and money
They aren't movin' their lips
But their actions are sayin' somethin'
Words to be described on how they live their lives
Got to be wise cuz when you make it big
Fakeness always on the rise
But it enegized me cuz when I open eyes the more I see that
Fakeness in the air hold a breath for reality
It added me with a group of rebels
Fightin' for a spot at the top with the moguls
We were hopeful but the haters are worthless
Protest against the movement
Ask me how I do it
Tell em' ain't nothin'
If it ain't the lyrics then it gotta be somethin'
Puttin' words together, you can call it pluggin
Tell me ya dreams cuz my job is to crush em'
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Johnny Doc$]
It's tragic
How you lil' niggas made of plastic
Talkin' shit
Man I let my lyrics do the snappin'
Talkin' shit
You might just lose ya hearin' when I smack ya'
Flash Dwayne Wade layup when I pass ya
Chosen one
When I dunk out it's a classic
Cuz
Everywhere I move I got traffic
But these niggas ain't here you can call it holographic
A brother to cool
Guess it's in my dynamics
Flow so organic, it leave the rappers frantic
Panic, then they all fall like titanic
You said you was real
You was bein' sarcastic
You said you was real
Nigga why you wear that mask then
You said you was real, why has your soul been condemned
In a body full of sin, your skin gotta twin
Evil spirits are within'
Just to be a businessman
All you do is follow trends
But this is the end cuz...
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Stations Smith & Johnny Doc$]
Mama told me never lie so I...
Shoot for the truth cuz' I'm cold chillin'
Paul piercin', a hole in these rappers where their hearts used to be
Enemies cold hearted cuz we stowed them in a freezer
Better keep dreamin' cuz my lines knock em' out
Like NyQuil I'm so ill
Pack pills when the nights still, dark and bracin' for errors
Yeah we ill cuz we bringin' the terror
A new era passes on for generations
Illest annihilation, niggas be fascinated on how I'm settled with
Greatness
The statements overpowered by power leave em' nameless
Outrageous rhymes delivered on daily basis
[Outro]
So face it, we push away the fakeness
Black Board Mannequins erase em'