Something, Something, Math

By Dielan^5

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[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 shit

Shoutout to gambler Pascal, wagerin shit on shit, 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 shit


[Verse - DJ Chevy Chase-Your-Dreamz]

Math is cool, math is fun

I use a calculator cause I am hella 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 class

Trying to pull answers out of my ass

I have no idea what I'm doing

But numbers are cool, please

I walk up and grab the mic

Turn this class 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 damn, it's perfect

Like the number 6

I got a big swinging gnomon

That's that shit 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 shit 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 fuck, 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 shit’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 SHIT 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 fuck

Yeah, I read the shit 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]