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Poly Sci

John Forté

Poly Sci

1998

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

Plain white tee, I ain't rockin' the Raf
Hermès lighter, designer pack (hey)
Red leather seats, I recline it back
Brb, I ain't tryna chat
Dagye jeans,

Hold On

Models

Collection

1999

I can see the white cliff
Falling from the plains
Rolling down to the sea
There's an old tree by the window
And the wind beats hard when
the sun

a brother lost in his mind
Gotta make a way, make a name
Keep two K's, focus on game
It's black and white, simple and plain
We all in line but y'all ain't in

Let's take it back for a minute and hit up memory lane
Daily playing games in the street, life was simple and plain
We were boys from the beginning,

the forests have receded into
A plain of mystery, chaos in commodity
Clearly cut down the shade of our existence
Green symbolism of hope that we've been longing

This my two honey bun mystic flow
One dollar white t at corner store
Swishers across from the four for four
Blisters from rockin the court

I feel you Martin
I'm getting tired of this whole racism thing
So I think it's time to punch racism in the face with bars
Now hold up, wait a second,

rocks
Really Boutta be a big shot
Wait, Hold up
Peanut butter insides
Peanut butter insides
Cocaine white nigga I’m that gentile
Imma fuck around and make

Hear what I'm saying
I gotta make rent
Clocks don't recognize sorrow, no time to vent, say

Hold up today is the day
Choppa whoppa yo ass all thru

heart's all dressed in white
Don't know more, don't know less, just know what's in my plain sight
Feelings out of control sparkin' off like dynamite
Yeah

a two seater
Seat got a creeper
Trunk got bleeder
Don't add light, you won't like seeing
What you hang in night
Never white without bleaching
Most hold

ways feens was chipping hard white
I was by myself ya But I was all right
But she say you a star boy you cant be in plain sight
Run up on me, shoot that

do a backflip
Mama said watch it, hold her like a locket
Trust is a balloon you don't want to go and pop it
(Uh-huh)
Clean new slate, I hope I never

lose my mind like a mad hatter
All I hear is mad chatter in my brain
Let's not refrain from these brain dead rappers
That be plain
I'm the real MC E

rounds at my bedside
Don't let the lead fly while you're turning up
Now you turn up as the dead guy
Bagging half dykes to get by, I'm getting head, I hold

I was told of a river
Flowing down to the plain
Pouring into your soul like rain
Standing on a bank there's a girl dressed in white
With long hair

could turn into enemies 
Only brodies by V
On some family tree shit 
Plant the seed
See it sprouting 
Thought I would'nt be shit 
To the top
From

living hell is where you keep me
Telling white lies, I know the dark truth
Black spots in your soul and your heart too
Let darkness take control and embark

Venarius to snap a backbone
Need no caducities truthfully, I make mistakes for me to learn from what I used to be
Evolving by the millisecond, biorhythm in

Don't get your chest torn
Me and P Sean's in the whip, fully equipped
Sixteen shots in the clip, playin' the strip
Six pounds of gold, that's divided by

trap cane
...push so much weight, i suffer from back strains
Call me by my attribute, i 'ont have names
Once, i aint had no loot, but now dat changed

Over time I became
One of those who tried too hard
Played the gig, fetched my fee
The envelope, burst from the void
Felt the night air in my white

bun one he won't ever look the same
White tee turn red it's no longer plain
They keep putting faces in picture frames
Love to wear the faces of their