Mathematics

Booka-booka-booka-booka-booka-booka

Ha hah, you know the deal, it's just me Dog

Beats by su-primo for all of my people

Negroes and Latinos and even the Gringos

Yo, check it, one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock

Three for the fourth comin' live, future shock

It's five dimensions, six senses

Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, eight million stories to tell

Nine planets faithfully keep in orbit

With the probable tenth, the universe expands length

The body of my text possess extra strength

Power-liftin' powerless up, out of this towerin' inferno

My ink so hot, it burn through the journal

I'm blacker than midnight on broadway and myrtle

Hip-Hop past all your tall social hurdles

Like the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex

Working class poor, better keep your alarm set

Streets too loud to ever hear freedom ring

Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream

For cha-ching cats get tha cha-pow, who dead now

Killin' fields need blood to graze the cash cow

Some numbers game, but shit don't add up somehow

Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it

But only fifteen percent of profits, ever see my pockets like

Sixty-nine billion in the last twenty years

Spent on national defense but folks still live in fear like

Nearly half of America's largest cities is one-quarter black

That's why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack

Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty more to a Ki

A five minute sentence hearing and you're no longer free

Forty percent of Americans own a cell phone

So they can hear everything that you say when you ain't home

I guess, Michael Jackson was right, 'You are not alone'

Rock your hardhat black 'coz you in the terrordome

Full of hard niggaz, large niggaz, dice tumblers

Young teens and prison greens facin' life numbers

Crack mothers, crack babies and aids patients

Young bloods can't spell but they could rock you in playstation

This new math is whippin' motherfuckers ass

You wanna know how to rhyme you better learn how to add

It's mathematics