“Dat Bitch,” “Feel Like Fuckin'” and “Please Excuse My Hands” also offer up Plies’ explicit take on romancing the ladies. His realness asserted, Plies takes on your girlfriend on “Ol’ Lady,” adding yet another pussyhound track to his already sizeable pussyhound discography. He also gets thuggish/goonish on “Bushes” (as in, “Bitch you gettin to yo house, I be right in yo bushes/Jump out with that choppa, actin real foolish/keep bullshittin nigga I’ma be right in yo bushes”), and “Shit Bag,” in which he threatens to beat an opponent so bad he has to use a colostomy bag. It may not be Jay Hova, but it gets the point across. If I don’t know ya homie hands on pistols” Never seen one I’m what they call a real nigga The photo and the album title both reinforce the point that Plies is trying to make: he may have went gold off of the strength of the baby-making jam “My Shawty,” but he is still the realist rapper alive.Įxhibit A: “I’m Da Man,” featuring a Drumma Boy beat and a Trey Songz hook, with Plies declaring his realness in his syrupy drawl: Pop friendly, but at the same time resolutely street oriented, Plies’ Definition of Real marks the commercial emergence of a promising new artist.On the cover of his sophomore album, Plies is squatting down, drawers showing, wearing a ski mask and a medallion of himself wearing a ski mask bearing the legend “Goon.” It’s a bizarre photo, equal parts menacing and ridiculous. If this meeting of styles sounds awkward on paper it's splendidly executed on tracks like “Bust It Baby” which steals Akon’s vocoder heavy sound and leavens it with Plies’ down home Florida rhymes. Indeed his leering double tracked vocals sound fantastic over the glimmering, Miami Club synthesizers of “Worth Going Fed For,” which combine the malevolent tones of the Giorgio Moroder’s Scarface soundtrack with the mechanized new wave aesthetic of groups like Yaz and Duran Duran. This is not to say that Definition of Real’s glossy sound represents any kind of artistic compromise for Plies. His second album, Definition of Real, marks a major step forward from his underground debut The Real Testament and its synth-drenched, occasionally club friendly sound is aimed squarely at mainstream success.
A hard charging rapper from Fort Meyers, Florida, Plies’ charismatic delivery combines the laid back sneer of Pimp C with the populist groupie baiting of Rich Boy.
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