John Forte` F Jeni Fujita And 20 Grand Pikasoe Poly Sci Lyrics

Poly Sci Lyrics

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! 

  

 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