Today's Mathematics Lyrics
| Song | Today's Mathematics |
| Artist | Gravediggaz |
| Album | Nightmare in A-Minor |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Berkeley, Hamilton | |
| Yo! Gravediggaz (yeah) | |
| Yo! Y'all know what time it is (Gatekeeper, Grym Reaper) | |
| Diggin up another plot (yo) | |
| Dumb deaf and blind niggaz out here | |
| Tryin to shine, yo, yo | |
| Uhh, who give a fuck about a cop | |
| When they move through the Brooklyn blocks lickin a shot | |
| Where the hardrocks at, and the super thug killers? | |
| If it ain't revolution then FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ | |
| You talk about heatin up, blocks and streets | |
| But your blocks go to sleep for the cops and beasts | |
| Aiyyo, if I gotta see another black momma cry | |
| Tony T.I.(?), I bring fuckin drama 'til I die | |
| If y'all ain't ready, to walk that walk | |
| Don't talk that talk cause I, live in New York | |
| Where the Mayor, condones the outline in chalk | |
| And the big blue gang stalks and bangs your corpse | |
| And forced like American rebels into a rage | |
| To force back Samaritan devils into a cage! | |
| I'm the New World Order | |
| The voice of electric currents of manslaughter | |
| Unhand my daughters | |
| And sons all Babylon, you're gonna hate me | |
| Worser than Farrakhan even when I'm gone | |
| My words carry on, my herds respond | |
| Freedom is the road that my peeps travel on | |
| My rap verse attacks first in from the black hearse | |
| The wicked and weak, hurtin my peeps is gonna catch worse | |
| No justice, no peace | |
| It's just us kids in the streets goin to war with beasts | |
| [Chorus: x2] | |
| Peace God, what's today's mathematics? | |
| The Gods wreak havoc on the weak wicked and savage | |
| Leave 'em in a panic, then take advantage | |
| In the two-triple-oh, we knock 'em off the PLANET! | |
| [Fruitkwan/Gatekeeper] | |
| Peace to the Gods, yo | |
| Seekin inner sanctions, I don't tangle with Satan | |
| Couldn't cross with what, navigations | |
| Original hypocrites turned Digital, access pivotal | |
| Metaphysical state, you can't relate | |
| Where each drop of water, symbolic to atomic slaughter | |
| Of Aurora comets, pay homage | |
| I seek prominence, chop heads off devils | |
| Remain dominant, blackness my practice of tolerance | |
| Guided through a tower of scholars, mind equal in power | |
| Collisions brought about, tactical violence | |
| Simplistic, warriorlistic type knights | |
| That existed, in a crucifix, that's twisted | |
| Hex cursed upon the X, but I respond | |
| In six sects, (?) intense foe bein four hundred million shoguns | |
| Plus inside my dungeon for a psychiatric spongin | |
| Foolish intrusion thumps in brain transfusions, I'm born true eyed | |
| At this moment, while my opponents are what? Terrified | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Fruitkwan/Gatekeeper] | |
| Fuckin devils are evil | |
| The hunger and pain in the father's plane of regents | |
| I pledge allegiance | |
| Swore to defend Allah's universal revenge | |
| Conceal secrecy | |
| The emblem of justice placed above the head frequencies | |
| Shaped in forms with dark matter | |
| Usin ultra gamma rays to shatter they stagment | |
| Broke your compounds to fragments | |
| Induced the science of hypnosis | |
| Causin they mind to combine summer solstice | |
| [Too Poetic/Grym Reaper] | |
| As my soldiers set to fire, to Boogie Down, Brooklyn, and Queens | |
| Is bein sprayed with green pesticides | |
| But we the only pest that dies | |
| Not the roaches, mosquitoes, the rats or the FLIES! | |
| That's just a lie to cover | |
| Until the cops hover over the city to make people of color just SUFFER! | |
| I pity the unprepared | |
| Who ain't tryin to hear what I'm kickin in his ear | |
| We all aware cash rules | |
| But some are unaware where and when to blast tools | |
| When to act cool | |
| Cause when you pursue beef on the street corner | |
| Beasts bring the heat like a deep sauna | |
| So I keep on a, glorious path in some water | |
| Blessed with the warrior's wrath! | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuo ci : Berkeley, Hamilton | |
| Yo! Gravediggaz yeah | |
| Yo! Y' all know what time it is Gatekeeper, Grym Reaper | |
| Diggin up another plot yo | |
| Dumb deaf and blind niggaz out here | |
| Tryin to shine, yo, yo | |
| Uhh, who give a fuck about a cop | |
| When they move through the Brooklyn blocks lickin a shot | |
| Where the hardrocks at, and the super thug killers? | |
| If it ain' t revolution then FUCK Y' ALL NIGGAZ | |
| You talk about heatin up, blocks and streets | |
| But your blocks go to sleep for the cops and beasts | |
| Aiyyo, if I gotta see another black momma cry | |
| Tony T. I.?, I bring fuckin drama ' til I die | |
| If y' all ain' t ready, to walk that walk | |
| Don' t talk that talk cause I, live in New York | |
| Where the Mayor, condones the outline in chalk | |
| And the big blue gang stalks and bangs your corpse | |
| And forced like American rebels into a rage | |
| To force back Samaritan devils into a cage! | |
| I' m the New World Order | |
| The voice of electric currents of manslaughter | |
| Unhand my daughters | |
| And sons all Babylon, you' re gonna hate me | |
| Worser than Farrakhan even when I' m gone | |
| My words carry on, my herds respond | |
| Freedom is the road that my peeps travel on | |
| My rap verse attacks first in from the black hearse | |
| The wicked and weak, hurtin my peeps is gonna catch worse | |
| No justice, no peace | |
| It' s just us kids in the streets goin to war with beasts | |
| Chorus: x2 | |
| Peace God, what' s today' s mathematics? | |
| The Gods wreak havoc on the weak wicked and savage | |
| Leave ' em in a panic, then take advantage | |
| In the twotripleoh, we knock ' em off the PLANET! | |
| Fruitkwan Gatekeeper | |
| Peace to the Gods, yo | |
| Seekin inner sanctions, I don' t tangle with Satan | |
| Couldn' t cross with what, navigations | |
| Original hypocrites turned Digital, access pivotal | |
| Metaphysical state, you can' t relate | |
| Where each drop of water, symbolic to atomic slaughter | |
| Of Aurora comets, pay homage | |
| I seek prominence, chop heads off devils | |
| Remain dominant, blackness my practice of tolerance | |
| Guided through a tower of scholars, mind equal in power | |
| Collisions brought about, tactical violence | |
| Simplistic, warriorlistic type knights | |
| That existed, in a crucifix, that' s twisted | |
| Hex cursed upon the X, but I respond | |
| In six sects, ? intense foe bein four hundred million shoguns | |
| Plus inside my dungeon for a psychiatric spongin | |
| Foolish intrusion thumps in brain transfusions, I' m born true eyed | |
| At this moment, while my opponents are what? Terrified | |
| Chorus | |
| Fruitkwan Gatekeeper | |
| Fuckin devils are evil | |
| The hunger and pain in the father' s plane of regents | |
| I pledge allegiance | |
| Swore to defend Allah' s universal revenge | |
| Conceal secrecy | |
| The emblem of justice placed above the head frequencies | |
| Shaped in forms with dark matter | |
| Usin ultra gamma rays to shatter they stagment | |
| Broke your compounds to fragments | |
| Induced the science of hypnosis | |
| Causin they mind to combine summer solstice | |
| Too Poetic Grym Reaper | |
| As my soldiers set to fire, to Boogie Down, Brooklyn, and Queens | |
| Is bein sprayed with green pesticides | |
| But we the only pest that dies | |
| Not the roaches, mosquitoes, the rats or the FLIES! | |
| That' s just a lie to cover | |
| Until the cops hover over the city to make people of color just SUFFER! | |
| I pity the unprepared | |
| Who ain' t tryin to hear what I' m kickin in his ear | |
| We all aware cash rules | |
| But some are unaware where and when to blast tools | |
| When to act cool | |
| Cause when you pursue beef on the street corner | |
| Beasts bring the heat like a deep sauna | |
| So I keep on a, glorious path in some water | |
| Blessed with the warrior' s wrath! | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Berkeley, Hamilton | |
| Yo! Gravediggaz yeah | |
| Yo! Y' all know what time it is Gatekeeper, Grym Reaper | |
| Diggin up another plot yo | |
| Dumb deaf and blind niggaz out here | |
| Tryin to shine, yo, yo | |
| Uhh, who give a fuck about a cop | |
| When they move through the Brooklyn blocks lickin a shot | |
| Where the hardrocks at, and the super thug killers? | |
| If it ain' t revolution then FUCK Y' ALL NIGGAZ | |
| You talk about heatin up, blocks and streets | |
| But your blocks go to sleep for the cops and beasts | |
| Aiyyo, if I gotta see another black momma cry | |
| Tony T. I.?, I bring fuckin drama ' til I die | |
| If y' all ain' t ready, to walk that walk | |
| Don' t talk that talk cause I, live in New York | |
| Where the Mayor, condones the outline in chalk | |
| And the big blue gang stalks and bangs your corpse | |
| And forced like American rebels into a rage | |
| To force back Samaritan devils into a cage! | |
| I' m the New World Order | |
| The voice of electric currents of manslaughter | |
| Unhand my daughters | |
| And sons all Babylon, you' re gonna hate me | |
| Worser than Farrakhan even when I' m gone | |
| My words carry on, my herds respond | |
| Freedom is the road that my peeps travel on | |
| My rap verse attacks first in from the black hearse | |
| The wicked and weak, hurtin my peeps is gonna catch worse | |
| No justice, no peace | |
| It' s just us kids in the streets goin to war with beasts | |
| Chorus: x2 | |
| Peace God, what' s today' s mathematics? | |
| The Gods wreak havoc on the weak wicked and savage | |
| Leave ' em in a panic, then take advantage | |
| In the twotripleoh, we knock ' em off the PLANET! | |
| Fruitkwan Gatekeeper | |
| Peace to the Gods, yo | |
| Seekin inner sanctions, I don' t tangle with Satan | |
| Couldn' t cross with what, navigations | |
| Original hypocrites turned Digital, access pivotal | |
| Metaphysical state, you can' t relate | |
| Where each drop of water, symbolic to atomic slaughter | |
| Of Aurora comets, pay homage | |
| I seek prominence, chop heads off devils | |
| Remain dominant, blackness my practice of tolerance | |
| Guided through a tower of scholars, mind equal in power | |
| Collisions brought about, tactical violence | |
| Simplistic, warriorlistic type knights | |
| That existed, in a crucifix, that' s twisted | |
| Hex cursed upon the X, but I respond | |
| In six sects, ? intense foe bein four hundred million shoguns | |
| Plus inside my dungeon for a psychiatric spongin | |
| Foolish intrusion thumps in brain transfusions, I' m born true eyed | |
| At this moment, while my opponents are what? Terrified | |
| Chorus | |
| Fruitkwan Gatekeeper | |
| Fuckin devils are evil | |
| The hunger and pain in the father' s plane of regents | |
| I pledge allegiance | |
| Swore to defend Allah' s universal revenge | |
| Conceal secrecy | |
| The emblem of justice placed above the head frequencies | |
| Shaped in forms with dark matter | |
| Usin ultra gamma rays to shatter they stagment | |
| Broke your compounds to fragments | |
| Induced the science of hypnosis | |
| Causin they mind to combine summer solstice | |
| Too Poetic Grym Reaper | |
| As my soldiers set to fire, to Boogie Down, Brooklyn, and Queens | |
| Is bein sprayed with green pesticides | |
| But we the only pest that dies | |
| Not the roaches, mosquitoes, the rats or the FLIES! | |
| That' s just a lie to cover | |
| Until the cops hover over the city to make people of color just SUFFER! | |
| I pity the unprepared | |
| Who ain' t tryin to hear what I' m kickin in his ear | |
| We all aware cash rules | |
| But some are unaware where and when to blast tools | |
| When to act cool | |
| Cause when you pursue beef on the street corner | |
| Beasts bring the heat like a deep sauna | |
| So I keep on a, glorious path in some water | |
| Blessed with the warrior' s wrath! | |
| Chorus |
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