: Sluntseto presicha tiahnata daga Na piasaka risuvat, blestiashta svetlina. Iz grada te tichat, Tuk tame nadnichat, Burzo se oblichat, Pogled ne privlichat
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mathematics! When a ball Bounces off of a wall, When you cook From a recipe book, When you know How much money you owe, That's mathematics! How much
turbulence is certainty turbulence is friction between you and me suffering and pain crystallised in a brain that recreates the process again draws borders
Nigga, that's mathematics Over here we bloodin' and crippin, Hoo banging and dippin' Nigga, that's mathematics I got legal money in my account and dirty money under my mattress Nigga, that's mathematics
If you're leaving, leave the cigarettes You've already got the lighter and the keys She packs her boxes, he knows that she's serious Not by the look on
Mathematics is a difficult thing I never understood what was the missing link And by the time I calculated the correct solution The question had escaped
I'm one fourth of what I used to be And half of what I need We're the victims of mathematics Oh, applying fractions to modern day living Is as useful
Verse One: Ay yo, my family, half black and half godbody Half blood and half leppa? So nigga weppa? It don't matter whatever you is I sneeze in your food
CHAPTER ONE agonizing global blinding has come in full suffocate the remaining percent subtract all is expendable a thousand points of heat bacteria
Poor instructions Mass destructions Peace antiques Singing ink mathematics Hop along with me Ink mathematics Moon to a flea Ink mathematics I breathe
sound Of cold mathematics making its move on me now And I?ll hold you in my arms Cold mathematics making its move on me now Cold mathematics making its move Cold mathematics
Sluntseto presicha tiahnata daga Na piasaka risuvat, blestiashta svetlina Iz grada te tichat Tuk tame nadnichat Burzo se oblichat Pogled ne privlichat
'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
Get, get, gotta get it off my chest There's no chest (hahaha) Get, get, gotta get it out my mouth, it's turning sour, so... Get, get, gotta get if off
There's someone inside me that softly kills everyone around They don't know they're dead to me cause intent never makes a sound All along they found us
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Remember there is a tempo you gotta keep up a lot I'd say it's just about time for my vitamin shot And you can come close now, that's alright We could
