Algebra

                                  Kept back by the deeper rumblings in my breast 

Bad vibes putting mad pressure on my chest 

Fly time is a rhythm clocking exocet 

Mad lines from a stranger you've already met 

Tribal is the plate I'm eating from, you guessed 

I'm full yet I cannot fit inside my vest 

'Where's he at?' is the question I refuse to get 

Here I'm at. Right here. In your headphone set. 



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So take a crack at this now. 



Two truths make a lie, first you die then fly 

Cross the sky - jambalaya with your chocolate pie 

Suck it deep: don't let it interrupt your sleep 

You'll get fleas and disease when you're counting your sheep 

If you please, don't please 'em - run 'em off the ranch 

Let them grow like leaves then rip 'em off the branch 

Fly time is a rhythm clocking do-si-do 

B-boys rocking with the freak-freak: so now you know. 



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So take a crack at this now. 



It's the P.H.A.R.M.A.K.O.N. 

The remedy, yes the cure from the poisonous pen 

C.O.M.M.U.N.I.C.A.T.I.O.N. 

What you'll find inside my rhyme is enemy and friend 

Going N to the E the be	 the U.L.A. 

Burning all the competition with the rhymes that I say 

H the double O the L the I the G.A.N. 

Now the soul is what will signify the hooligan. 



You'll try to diss/take a crack at this/not algebra/or calculus. 



So take a crack at this now.