Intro - Mathematics

I think we are all acquinted with The Problem

It’s The Solution that we’re after ---

Hold the fuck up, not just yet

We can understand the dynamics of the culture that live

You are judging your brothers and sisters by a society that has surpressed

Them

On that judgement, you won’t be sent anything

Aiyo, hundred dollar knots bulging, freshly dipped

On the block posing, smoking, thugged out, block toting

If he mack the most, from the day before

Twenty bags of 'dro, yeah, I’m blazing, yo

I rumble with the federate, from New York to the Jungle of Connecticut

Cellular jack, tell you to crack

Tats on the arms and back, Negro League

A bunch of niggas that’s armed with bats for the love of the gizzy

Rated up in the X fever, laying up with the tech nina, nigga, what’s hood?

Grandma told me nigga and ain’t is not grammar

So I’m always gonna be a nigga, cuz I ain’t grammar, bitches, what’s good?

A 6 Rule, ten to fifteen, I five and better

Bet that, head crack, let me get that

African month, burn a dutch til his ass is in dust

Turn it up til I blasted and bust

Give a fuck til the day that I die, repppin' the Crooked Letter I

Forever, I’m on shit, like a fly

Reaching out with the Henny, til I fuck a hurl

Screaming middle finger up the world

Damn pig face sons bitches --

Stop, crazy niggas you hanging out with

Always shooting each other and getting shot up by the police

I say what I feel, that’s all