Booka-booka-booka-booka-booka-booka
Ha hah
You know the deal
It's just me, dog

Yo, check it
One for Charlie Hustle
Two for Steady Rock
Three for the forthcoming live future shock
It's five dimensions
Six senses
Seven firmaments of heaven to hell
Eight million stories to tell
Nine planets faithfully keeping 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
Working class Paul 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?
Killing fields need blood to graze the cash cow
It's a numbers 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 defence 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're 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 facing 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