| Artist | P. M. Dawn |
| Song | Plastic |
| Director | Marcus Raboy |
| Intro | No |
| Outro | No |
| Sound Mix | Stereo |
| Technical Specifications | colour - format unknown |
P.M. Dawn perform "Plastic" in an industrial New York setting, joined by DJ Cash Money and a live backing band. The video emphasizes the group's musicianship and stage presence rather than constructing a detailed narrative, cutting between close-ups, group shots, turntable work and performance footage beneath a bridge. Prince Be leads the presentation with a notably tougher edge than the dreamy imagery associated with the group's breakthrough material, while the urban location and rough surroundings reinforce the song's confrontational mood.
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Prince sing another song, its written on your face, Instead I put pressure on the whole damn place, I never liked running through the crowd with no proof, So now I gotta flex in the steps of the truth, Forever hearing Prince has to stick to his kind, Prince make a love song about a tech 9, I thought Prince Be had to be Prince Be Yet they wanna riff when they find I disagree With that dog eat dog, I'm a get mine Even if I'm stepin on your frame of mind You can ring things where the ringin' things at. But Prince Be thinks its widdack So now I'm accused of spikin' the punch ... |