Plastic Silverware

[Verse 1: New]
It's any dabble, boy, still poetic when I let it
Loose and specific, uplifted to the level
Of dough, my envelope will open eyes, hoping guys get the message
The way my head spin then begin to test kids
With mixtape decoder rings and Minnesota sings
Songs bout Trains and Purple Rain
I'm swilling out the tap, trying to hurdle the pain
Drain the head trip, drip drop, flip flop
All them funny style fucks and ducks that pile up
Til you swimming in a sea of sucker ass kids
Grabbing a canoe so my crew can makе it through
But who dropped the road block in front of my path?
And who unload a Glock on the third gradе class?
Smash your world view, headlines are getting hectic
Some say sit back, watch your shit and respect it
Dissect it in yourself, boy

[Hook x2: Muad'Dib]
All DJs with broke mixes, go fix em
All b-boys with backaches whose been gay
And all the writers with clogged tips, go and fix them shits
Til the dope MCs can get paid

[Verse 2: Advisor]
Ayo, I hate your crew, acting all tough and unbreakable
But you told me you was broke when I tried to sell my tape to you
I'm capable, ready, willing, and able to take you to school
Along with those fake ass dudes in your turntable pool
For real, I've heard better DJs on KDWB
To make you quit really ain't no trouble for me
And it's funny that you think you need to fail to succeed?
Go argue over who's the homosexual Teletubby
And tell your buddies that the punchlines and similes is crap
They're all wack like Croswell and full of shit like Big Macs
So what, I like to talk shit? I like a lotta shit
Like plastic silverware cuz you don't gotta wash it
Yeah I've lost it, acting all hard and pretentious
Maybe I'd feel you if your skills were as sharp as my senses
The pen hits the pad and I kick it so mad at times
When the script is amplified, then I'm no longer defenseless

[Hook x2: New]
All DJs with broke mixes, go fix em
B-boys with backaches whose been gay
All writers with clogged tips, go fix them shits
Til the dope MCs can get paid

[Verse 3: Felix]
Ayo, there's been potential there from the time rappers conceived
To give the crowd what they need and be able to leave
But see, in time proceed, it comes clear to me
MCs about the words and not about the deeds
I've come to believe that the more we feed on our own seed
There'll be no more for us to achieve
New styles we'll never achieve, respect never receive
What a web we weave when first we go deceive
We tell people that we've been above props and greed
But for those same factors and weakness we breed
Go see flicks and read, live life and then bleed
Get drunk and smoke weed, be cool to proceed
In school, you wasn't rogue but was absent of leave
If there's nothing in your head, then why you want your mind free?
We write rhymes with speed with no creativity
We don't write, we thieve, rewrite, recite, leave
Everybody does it so it has become my pet peeve
To read everybody's rhymes for what they meant on me
We need to forget about two little words, please
The first word is "represent", the second word is "greed"

[Hook x2: Advisor]
All DJs with broke mixes, go fix em
And all b-boys with backaches whose been gay
And all writers with clogged tips, go fix them shits
Until the dope MCs can get paid

[Outro: Advisor]
Until these hopeless MCs can get laid, you know what I'm saying? Yeah, and we're out like that; Felix, New MC, and the Advizer, courtesy of Interlock. Thank you, Deetalx