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Mathematics. The Mighty Mos Def.
When you're inside a circle, rest assured that you'll have to deal with Pi.
When you go to vote, rest assured that your piece of paper will be decisive. Decisive
for the future of the nation. Bullshit.
Boka-boka-boka-boka-boka.
It's five dimensions, six senses,
Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, 8 million stories to tell,
Nine planets faithfully keep in orbit
With the probable tenth, the universe expands length...
He got it. He understood it and now looks at you with that mischievous face from the cover
of his first solo album (Tutu by Miles Davis, does it ring a bell?) - here it is.
At schòol, his classmates mocked him, him writing his rhymes in Dirty and Stinky
American toilets, wow, cool! - I didn't do my homework, what will the Teacher say? Everything is mathematics...
Streets too loud to ever hear freedom sing,
Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream;
In the end, America has always been afraid, it didn't take 9/11 to let the world know, certainly not,
afterwards, the fear only increased, now even the Grannies with stars and stripes look suspiciously at those who have
a thick black beard, they've woken up too, the Government instead is always ready with a bouquet of flowers in hand
and a smile of 74.5 teeth, because in the end, it's all mathematics...
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.
Because finally, one among the crowd raised his hand to cling to the cloud of hope,
one with something to say (finally), one with Rhymes inside, leaving hoes and money to people like 50 Cent,
people who refer to the Concept of Crap, types like that, stuff for everyday mass consumption - whether mass is
dumb or manipulated, do we care? (are we part of it? do we really believe we are different, that is, are we really different?)
Phonte's (bridge, yes yes) song is perfect, summarizing everything in a few lines from different actors -
Ghostface Killah, Fat Joe (the giant of Terror Squad), even the Ghostbusters.
Needless to say, DJ Premier, the Sacred Half of that Brilliant group known as "Gang Starr",
assembles a genuine army of fierce and venomous bites -
I revolve around S-s-s-s-cience...
Returning to our clever one who figured it all out, here he explains why you can't escape the triad
Hoes/Cars/Money when rapping -
You wanna know how to rhyme you better learn how to add,
It's mathematics.
The answer never changes, you can put rational numbers, negatives, fractions, unknowns, it’s always and only mathematics.
But what compass?! Paper and pen, come on, even the ruler isn't essential in the end.
See, because the world isn't divided into black/white - black is on both sides, precisely.
Take white - segment it, collide particles (watch out for potential black holes), you'll always (Always) find some black.
And vice versa. Can It Be All So Simple?
Yes, just know how to play with numbers.
But Mos isn't safe either, he says it himself - Four mc’s murdered in the last four years,
I ain't tryin' to be the fifth one, the millennium is here...
New millennium, new problems. One of these is youth (we’re in '99 but damn if it isn’t
REAL this) - Young bloods can’t spell but they could rock you in PlayStation... Called a Bimbominkia,
around our parts (Nonciclopedia, how much do we love you?) : mathematics.
One, Two, Three, Four -
What Are We Talking About Here?
Yeah Yeah Yeah.
Or: Boka-boka-boka-boka-boka.
Oh yes, the song - 2 + 2 = ...
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