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dielan^5 - something, something, math كلمات الأغنية

[intro]

before we get started, i want to do a few shoutouts
shoutout to my boy fibonacci, i see you out there
thanks for all the dope t-shirt designs
shoutout to big n, lettin fruit drop on yo head and sh-t
shoutout to gambler pascal, wagerin sh-t on sh-t, ya hurr?
this one goes out to all my professors, especially mikey b
this one goes out to you, keep it rational bra

hit’m with those samples jono, kids love samples

i don’t think you heard me, jono
i said these kids love samples, hit’m with the good sh-t

[verse – dj chevy chase-your-dreamz]

math is cool, math is fun
i use a calculator cause i am h-lla dumb
i got no math smarts and no math knowledge
that’s why i’m rapping here for you at an arts college

get real thats what they tell me
but i feel so negative under the square root thingy
uh, next verse

a summer is a mathematician
transfer over to hogwarts, i’m a mathemagician
making potions sitting in cl-ss
trying to pull answers out of my -ss

i have no idea what i’m doing
but numbers are cool, please

i walk up and grab the mic
turn this cl-ss into a rager
lookin’ at you, you a gambling man
let’s see that pascal’s wager

like the pythagorean’s i do math for kicks
they hear my rhymes and say d-mn, it’s perfect
like the number 6

i got a big swinging gnomon
that’s that sh-t on a sundial
math-rap cuz, pull up a chair and stay for a while

3.4159 are the numbers of pi
i could list that sh-t forever
but then you’d probably die

[hook – all]

(math) x n

division
multiplication
the square route of numbers
findings answers out
you got a calculator, i got a scientific calculator
solving problems
doing math

the voices in my head do math
the people in the past did math
the people in the future are math
one dream y’all

[verse – dielan^5]

rapping about math like its nothing
put it in the trash, thats a dustbin
cuz i don’t give a f-ck, like im newton
i keep moving, and i’m using you like a

straight edge to keep me on track
u’s a function, like quadratic
this is tangent of a real rap
no windows, steve wozniak

but i wanted to keep it about u
it’s a set theoretic union, boo
when i’m without you, i’m unbalanced
like a scalene, in my chalice, i know

you ain’t never been no octagon
you’ve never told me wait or stop
you’ve never been a mean to me
you’re so much more than the average queen

together you and i are isosceles
there’s nothing irrational or unreal
i want to take you to infinity
so you can see the beauty of whats beneath

the frequency you’re on is a beautiful swerve
so far above the bell curve
these coefficients aren’t efficient
any amount of x’s strikes a nerve

but i won’t let us be about them
that sh-t’s way out of the question
we’re complementary angles
we make it hot like 90 degrees in place where summer never ends

you’re the absolute value of everything
all the deadest parts, you make green
an integer you are not, because you’re also everything in between

you’ve got the beauty of a fractal with the stability of a equilateral
bimodal extrapolation, we work it out from the basic patterns though
nothing seems as if it was ever wrong in the first place

so whats the matter yo?

[hook – all]

[verse – rhombusta rhymez]

oh sh-t i just divided by zero
just cause i broke the rules don’t make me a hero
i just emit mathematical prowess
and my corporeal body is calculatably flawless

i can keep on spitting rhymes indefinitely
but i don’t ever repeat, don’t act like you know me
science is falsifiable, there are no truths
i only care that my integrals are properly proof’d

don’t come to me when your attempts at derivatives suck
cause d/dx(c)= i don’t give a f-ck
yeah, i read the sh-t out of godel, escher, bach
i am a strange loop, hofstader you’re off the clock

outrageous equations and computations
gotta use scientific notation for some approximations
deliver rhymes of a numerical persuasion
but correlation don’t equate to causation

that was a segue

i’m just a physicist tryna get away from everything
by calculating the trajectory of a projectile flying
straight from my hand, right on over, to your head
if my calculations are correct, you’re already dead

[hook – all]

- dielan5

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