Lyrical Breakdown of Mathematics - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Mathematics" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Mos Def weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Mathematics" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Mos Def employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
- Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Mos Def's narrative.
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Booka-booka-booka-booka-booka-booka
Ha-hah
You know the deal
It's just me yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my peoples, negroes and latinos
And even the gringos
Yo, check it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock
Three for the fourth comin' live, future shock
It's five dimensions, six senses
Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, eight million stories to tell
Nine planets faithfully keep in orbit
With the probable tenth, the universe expands length
The body of my text poses extra strength
Power-liftin' powerless up, out of this, towerin' inferno
My ink so hot it burn through the journal
I'm blacker than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle
Hip-Hop past all your tall social hurdles
Like the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex
Broken glass wall better keep your alarm set
Streets too loud to ever hear freedom ring
Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream
But you chain cats get they cha-pow, who dead now?
Killin' fields need blood to graze the cash cow
It's a number game, but shit don't add up somehow
Like I got, 16 to 32 bars to rock it
But only 15 percent of profits, ever see my pockets like
69 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
16 ounces to a pound, twenty more to a ki
A five-minute sentence hearing and you no longer free
40% of Americans own a cell phone
So they can hear everything that you say when you ain't home
I guess, Michael Jackson was right, "You Are Not Alone"
Rock your hardhat black 'cause you in the Terrordome
Full of hard niggas, large niggas, dice tumblers
Young teens and prison greens facin' life numbers
Crack mothers, crack babies and AIDS patients
Young bloods can't spell, but they could rock you in PlayStation
This new math is whippin' motherfuckers ass
You wanna know how to rhyme you better learn how to add
It's mathematics
The Mighty Mos Def
It's simple mathematics
Check it out!
I revolve around science
What are we talking about here?
The Mighty Mos Def
It's simple mathematics
Check it out!
I revolve around science
What are we talking about here?
Do your math
Do your math
One, t-t-two. three, four
What are we talking about here?
Yo, it's one universal law but two sides to every story
Three strikes and you be in for life, manditory
Four MCs murdered in the last four years
I ain't tryin' to be the fifth one, the millennium is here
Yo it's six million ways to die, from the seven deadly thrills
Eight-year olds gettin' found with nine mill's
It's 10 p.m., where your seeds at? What's the deal
He on the hill puffin' krill to keep they belly filled
Light in the ass with heavy steel, sights on the pretty shit in life
Young soldiers tryin' to earn they next stripe
When the average minimum wage is $5.15
You best believe you gotta find a new grind to get cream
The white unemployment rate, is nearly more than triple for black
So frontliners got they gun in your back
Bubblin' crack, jewel theft and robbery to combat poverty
And end up in the global jail economy
Stiffer stipulations attached to each sentence
Budget cutbacks but increased police presence
And even if you get out of prison still livin'
Join the other five million under state supervision
This is business, no faces just lines and statistics
From your phone, your zip code, to S-S-I digits
The system break man child and women into figures
Two columns for who is, and who ain't niggaz
Numbers is hardly real and they never have feelings
But you push too hard, even numbers got limits
Why did one straw break the camel's back? Here's the secret
The million other straws underneath it, it's all mathematics
The Mighty Mos Def
It's simple mathematics
Check it out!
I revolve around science
What are we talking about here?
The Mighty Mos Def
It's simple mathematics
Check it out!
I revolve around science
What are we talking about here?
Mathematics