| Song | Mathematics |
| Artist | Mos Def |
| Album | Black On Both Sides |
| 作曲 : Dante Smith | |
| [Mos Def] | |
| 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, 8 Million Stories to tell | |
| Nine planets faithfully keep in orbit | |
| with the probable tenth, the universe expands length | |
| The body of my text posess 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 sing | |
| 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, sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it | |
| but only 15% of profits, ever see my pockets like | |
| sixty-nine 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 | |
| Sixteen 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 niggaz, large niggaz, 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 | |
| [Chorus: scratched by DJ Premier (repeat 2X)] | |
| "The Mighty Mos Def.." | |
| "It's simple mathematics" -> [Fat Joe] | |
| "Check it out!" | |
| "I revolve around science.." | |
| "What are we talking about here?" | |
| .. "Do your math" -> [Erykah Badu (2X)] | |
| .. "One.. t-t-two.. three, four" -> [James Brown] | |
| .. "What are we talking about here?" .. | |
| [Mos Def] | |
| Yo, it's one universal law but two sides to every story | |
| Three strikes and you be in for life, manditory | |
| Four MC's murdered in the last four years | |
| I ain't tryin to be the fifth one, the millenium is here | |
| Yo it's 6 Million Ways to Die, from the seven deadly thrills | |
| Eight-year olds gettin found with 9 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 ground 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 | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [closing scratch] "Mathematics.." |
| zuò qǔ : Dante Smith | |
| Mos Def | |
| Bookabookabookabookabookabooka | |
| Ha hah | |
| You know the deal | |
| It' s just me yo | |
| Beats by SuPrimo 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, 8 Million Stories to tell | |
| Nine planets faithfully keep in orbit | |
| with the probable tenth, the universe expands length | |
| The body of my text posess extra strength | |
| Powerliftin 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 | |
| HipHop past all your tall social hurdles | |
| like the nationwide projects, prisonindustry complex | |
| Broken glass wall better keep your alarm set | |
| Streets too loud to ever hear freedom sing | |
| Say evacuate your sleep, it' s dangerous to dream | |
| but you chain cats get they CHAPOW, 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, sixteen to thirtytwo bars to rock it | |
| but only 15 of profits, ever see my pockets like | |
| sixtynine 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 onequarter black | |
| That' s why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack | |
| Sixteen 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 niggaz, large niggaz, 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 | |
| Chorus: scratched by DJ Premier repeat 2X | |
| " The Mighty Mos Def.." | |
| " It' s simple mathematics" Fat Joe | |
| " Check it out!" | |
| " I revolve around science.." | |
| " What are we talking about here?" | |
| .. " Do your math" Erykah Badu 2X | |
| .. " One.. tttwo.. three, four" James Brown | |
| .. " What are we talking about here?" .. | |
| Mos Def | |
| Yo, it' s one universal law but two sides to every story | |
| Three strikes and you be in for life, manditory | |
| Four MC' s murdered in the last four years | |
| I ain' t tryin to be the fifth one, the millenium is here | |
| Yo it' s 6 Million Ways to Die, from the seven deadly thrills | |
| Eightyear olds gettin found with 9 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 ground 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 SSI 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| closing scratch " Mathematics.." |