Four Horsemen - Mathematics, Mathematics featuring Inspektah Deck, Raekwon, Method Man, Ghostface Killah

I’m your highness, your highest title, numero uno

Putos, they clone chulo like Naruto

Your man super, grand groover on that Sambuca

Mass mover, automatic rap Ruger

Clap back, I bleed for my brother

You know, the wolves stay fed cause they feed on each other

I got a G for a mother

Cynthia’s son, take the game like three at the buzzer

Harder than the prison wall, hitting y’all all

Up in critical condition it’s official when my clique involved

Listen y’all, Sir I certified

Anything other than the facts are falsified

They idolize I, well i know wise guys, leave em eyes wide

Inside the gravel pit, spitting cyanide

Darts flash, hot enough to warp glass

When the shark pass, piranhas park

I’m kinda swole, cause everything I want I got made

I never feared, got everything from choppers to blades

They gave me rags and all of them they knew I want haze

When I was spliffing that night, me and the with K’s

Some kids across town thought I was amazed

Knew I was fronting, I had the army in range

It’s most of us popping pains, selling drugs in the rain

Trynna make money, maintain and build me a train

Deal with facts only, no slang, that’s only for dames

We will run up in the building tags and niggas with chains

Rocking range, lock and aim, take your sneakers and chain

Leave em snubbed, outta luck, you shoulda bought you your flames

But you didn’t, this could happen to a king or a queen

Be on point next time and don’t be bringing no lames

Cause if you fuck up the next time it might make you famous

Might bump into a gunman who only want brains and shit

I’m talented, yes I’m gifted

Never boosted, never shoplifted

I get the cash, see money over tricks and

But keep a snow bunny in the kitchen

The hood still love cause I’m different, see that’s the difference

I talk greasy, my hands greasy, that’s the chicken

It’s that easy, my flow phat cause I’m that greedy

You got to feed me in stacks, what up to Crakk Peedi

State property, racially profiled

State trooper stopping me, I’m low down

Dirty it’s a shame, I should slow down

Kick off my shoes, put my coat down

Separate the oil from the coke now

Pennies I got plenty and I still want more

Kinda like a Beamer '35 I still want four

85% still don’t know

That is a hundred percent and y’all rappers tryna steal my flow

I got a name from everything from con to Sway

I got my row stitched up by a Colombian name

I got a crack spot, a G5 I never flown

I got a shark, a dog with a solid gold bone

I even copped me a piece of mind up in the Buddhist mountains

I don’t sweat money, I got ten accountants

With fly bitches butt naked in Bermuda

And buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose and big Ruger

The fact is, I pose for low in Gazelle glasses

The booth Ted Dibiase just tripled the carats

And you can tell by the style I choose

I’m creatively superior, I rhyme over the blues

Never lose, never lost, neck chills in the frost

I got a whole clan and Tonetana’s the boss

I get paid when my record is played

To put it short: I got it made