Poly Sci

John Forte

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    Featuring Jeni Fujita & 20 Grand Pikasoe

    [Forte' - Speaking]

    Political science...
    The study of politics, mixed with science...
    Speak on it, baby...

    [Jeni Fujita - Singing Chorus]

    As I look in your eyes
    I see the sunrise
    I see the moonshine!

    [20 Grand Pikasoe - 1st Verse]

    I'm from the days of the Colt 45's and gang bangers
    Cocaine slangers who sliced doors, no time to cook up
    Them niggas like raw
    It's all about the dollar now, white powder now
    He owed us money so I watched my niggas tie him down
    The conflict is crucial, police is neutral in this battlefield
    Where the battles grill, like cattles grill for a platter mil
    I even watched little Darryl deal
    I love the ghetto, hate the ghetto
    Must've been a genius who helped make the ghetto
    So I sit back and taste the 'retto
    I got beef, how can you misplace my metal?
    It's a sob story, it's bad the way they robbed Tory
    Of course, must've been religious
    'Cause they took a small tainin' across
    Wrong game to play, boss
    Every night's a bug out
    They shot up every corner where I hung out
    Some nights I cry to this
    Even though it's posi-flip (?)

    [Jeni Fujita - Singing chorus]

    It's like the sunrise
    Just like the moonshine!

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    The rain stops, and your girl smiles...just for you (Yeah)
    For you don't know, the love I have for you!

    [Forte' - 2nd Verse]

    Mommy, I keep my name on your brain like Missy
    With The Rain, I'm from the school of stolen sneakers
    Speakers and heavy chains, no lie
    To the knowlie, why?
    God see I , learned the ways of the street, degrees in Poly Sci
    Many days under heat
    It pays for sticking him
    Watch him beast on the lean, routine curriculum
    Black vans, maybe a TransAm, exams get done
    Pop Quiz, figure out them niggas who hit son
    God give, God take away
    And it's easy to see
    Spell 'til, the lord kill indiscriminately
    We infinitely excel, keep the fans compelled
    The bigger picture, watch the ones who're wit' ya
    I clean the pie, and seen 'em die
    Travel life more than once
    Maybe, me and I...had been greeted by, so many conceded eyes
    That'd be wise, when I met too many girls around the world
    And delete the lies

    [Jeni Fujita - Singing Chorus]

    It's like my music, a new tune you never heard
    Hear, your heart beat
    The bass hits! And you feel it
    It's real it's not a sample! I saw you playing my piano!
    Unh-Huh!

    [Forte - 3rd Verse]

    Now I, rock jew-els now and then
    A little lights - n - platinum
    A little beef on the street, no harm in clappin' them
    Savage nations, ghetto life no ramifications
    Dead debating, keeping every crackhead basing
    My auntie steady saying that we wasting, money
    I like tasting, the finer things in life, like a mason
    Police, plague - hatin'
    Everything that the court own
    Brownsville would pry, classified as a warzone
    The Brook god, so trife
    Originale low-life
    To sport it, boost it, the ghetto can't afford it
    Trade it, sort it, stress, new port it
    No tags never ordered
    You broke it, you bought it
    A twenty five - to life, my little son-son caught it
    'Til this day, we admit it, that we did it, he 'gon bid it
    Kept his mouth shut, and never shitted
    On who his murder flirted with death
    Like every team, aiight! You know the verdict!

    [Forte - Speaking]

    Want me to say it one more time Ma, is that what you want?...

    [Jeni Singing]

    Say one more time!

    [Forte - Continues]

    For every city blocker, glock rocker
    Cats who get they weight off, for every kid who had a parent laid off
    No healthcare, had us co-dependents out on welfare
    Speak amongst yourself, 'cause in the streets, no one else care
    The powers that be, I see you knelt there
    Them jealous cats who slang crack, I'm glad to send you back,
    'cause you dealt there
    We all wanna shine for basis, 'til we easy
    LG for GP, only the realest niggas meet me
    Conversing through the wee-wee hours of the morning, sleepy
    Always stay alert, 'cause the pain hurt too deeply
    Ain't nothing changed, I'm stuck on myself
    'Cause you mundane
    You wonder while you're just gold?
    You're stuck on one plain
    Now we must hold, very fueled make it through the threshold
    I'm blessed though, the head distincts before I let go
    A major death toll
    It's all about the babies, fuck the best coast
    I keep my family eating, 'til I'm done breathing

    [Jeni Fujita - Singing Chorus]

    Hear, your heart beat! (Forte' - You heard?! .....Nutzbaby]
    The bass hits, and you feel it
    It's real, it's not a sample! I saw you playing my piano!
    Unh- Huh!

    All you had to do, was make a record! Yeah
    All you had to do, was make a record! Say one more time!
    All I want to do, is hold you!
    Forever, Forever and ever, if you need to lean on me!
    Don't run, I'm here for you,
    Just like the sunrise!
    Just like the moonshine!

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    Composición: T. Jones y John Forté

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