have you ever drawn back and looked at the raw math?
a hundred million hungry children who ALL RAP?
all dope as fuck, every single city blowing up
generations getting paid off the same stolen drums
for forty years running, something outta nothing
the infinite potential of vocals and percussion
expenses and exposure, FedEx printing posters
ghost with a street team, the legend of the loner
edit when I’m sober, fusing my fractions
and proving that music improves with subtraction
dividing my critics who denied me religiously
the angle of my cadence and the science in my symmetry
that graph paper flow, tracing golden ratios
algebra is arabic, but crackers claim it’s made in Rome
like your lil’ druggie bro, fronting how he runs the show
we own the whole production though, ran the numbers months ago

it goes 1, 2, 3, 5, eight
life is high stakes - live fire, live bait
it goes 1, 2, 3, 5, eight
educated primates made of sign language

breaking every law that Johannes Kepler ever saw
your fleshy arms are too short to measure God
...feed to reproduce, murder to survive
sleeping by the fire that’s been burning us alive
not the smartest monkeys on the block, but we got rocks and tools
been going crazy making language training dogs with food
...and building monsters just to watch ‘em move
calculation is the name of the game, thought you knew
proof is indisputable, properly composed
the geometry of growth … it’s the logical approach
leverage what you do know, laugh at what you don’t know
Socrates is awfully weak, Pythagoras? ...dope, though
...years in the making and it’s over in a moment
engineering, containing the explosion to control it
getting my precision down, killing a specific sound
didn’t quit and didn’t doubt, building out a business now

it goes 1, 2, 3, 5, eight
thinking sideways keeps your mind straight
it goes 1, 2, 3, 5, eight
educated primates made of sign language, GO