Dope On Plastic

[Hook] Dope on plastic [Verse 1: Uptown] 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 [Hook] [Verse 2: Uptown] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Uptown] 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) [Hook]