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