lose, shady sits on the shelf, but shady is cute Shady knew shady's dimples would help Make ladies swoon baby (Ooo baby) Look at myself, Lets do the math
not the half of it, vocab and not the math of it Projectile that them blasted with, accurate assassin shit Me and Kweli close like, Bethlehem and Nazareth After
tractor, for horses grazin' in the pasture Ya heard I was trickin', the whole room filled with laughter In ciphers, I'm the one you don't rhyme after You only know half of the math
[Hard Black] Peep the math Mau Mau be about land and freedom Reperation and apologies, for Africa to America oddesseys Guerilla-type tactics on them
out and challenge a blow torch Respect no boy Except maybe Bun B I'm from the place with the area code Shady 1-3 Fuck ? I'm in some new jeans and Gucci
is the end of where my bladder begins Yeah, 5-9'll piss or shit on your pad or your pen Go ahead, gather your men The few left stragglin in after I been
ain't sellin you rap, I'm sellin you coke Just when you thought I couldn't get better, I spoke And sendin you back to the lab What would you equal after the math
And we dont just give out respect, you gotta earn it And we dont hustle cause we wanna, cause we have ta God 1st, fam next, and all the rest after We
war games, don't call 'em human beings They call 'em like they want 'em for a prop in their battle rap But Solomon and Math will dap after playin' the
who wouldn?t? A schoolboy crush, met mature woman lust And they hit it off so well And I could tell the day she asked me To stay after class that it
And who wouldn?t? A schoolboy crush met mature woman lust And they hit it off so well And I could tell the day she asked me To stay after class that
nose full of dough Rolls full of hoes, leave a nigga clothes full of holes The schools didn't want me, so the drug dealers taught me Simple math, step
I am a universal soldier walkin' in the path of the math After the aftermath I'm a still be a soldier in America's bloodbath Look at it through the wrath
cause is lost Mark conducts the beat, I watch it hit them Won't you chill? I don't need another victim To add to the list of aggrivation Subtracting suckers like a math
lieeeeeeeeeee Lieeeeeeeeeee And numbers don't lieeee Yeah, better hope your math is right Take your body for a sacrifice You see those flashin' lights Welcome to after
uh, looking back on school arts and crafts Fuck after staf beat up after class I was like Dr. Dre though I have to laugh Nigga with a attitude meet me after math
shit that i'm on And, hour after hour I would chill at the afterhours Where they flash the power, no bath or shower In that same spot, realize math is
shorty he shoulda threw the gun {Black is the color of my true love's hair Of my true love's hair} Knowledge the green Wallies, all I see Mama hold math