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Today's mathematics:

"1 a.m., I'm at my best
Twistin' trees at my rest
Meltin' hash, sippin' Heinies, hittin' states in a GS
With my crimeys...blowin' up throughout the '90s
Stayin' lit with the chocolate Amaretto plus a dime piece
Takin' Gore-Tex steps, 'cause shit get hot
Pistols pop, some you hear, some you know when you drop
Twistin' off the bottle top, contemplate fate then flop
While niggas walk around with all they got in one knot
For real, I build a mini-Israel rough as the fishscale
Like the Red Sea, deep and deadly, though I'ma sit still
Imagine being gassed up, your time passed up
Thinking you Lord sippin' wine out of brass cups
Your last supper's served
Without grace, son, about-face
I hung a nun in '91 to captivate the rat race
You ain't from the pro's or the 'jects, the nines or the Tecs
Chapter One, today's math, true dialect."