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[Verse - 1]

Yo, My Dope Intellect, Won't Imperfect, To say Different's shown Incorrect
In Order To graph equations, the form must be Slope Intercept
By now, the concept of that formula should be understood

I'm here to explain integers, so on tests you score something good
You see 2 like terms on the opposite sides of the equation,
perform the opposite action, known as Inverse Operation.

And as it's simplified, & all combined, you'll solved for y,
or which ever variable you're bond to find or wonder by
in a math problem. If your integers are negative,

your minus becomes bigger. The correct answer is best to give.
If you have 1 positive & negative, then based on,
which number is bigger, you'll add or subtract & then pace on,

to solving. BOOM. Abracadabra. You get your answer
& overtime, I've developed a flow as sick as cancer
Unrelated. You Worsen into your rhyme

& hold half my rate like slope in 2 perpendicular lines
Word up.


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Check it Out


[Verse - 2]
I pay no mind to the whack music, you try promoting and care to sell
My initial cut goes up with equal rates, like I'm parallel

Algebraic Formula of how these MC's, Obviously, Write their frenzies, doesn't match my type
You will get dropped against me
Tracks Phenomenal, I mean, ehh, It's just logical

My "x's" carry numbers, like a set of polynomials
Heh, I'm categorized as a beast, rhyming & bombing traitors
Factoring Binomials? Find the least common denominator.

Something hit me solemnly,
I see you're greater than or equal to the average wuss. Set up the Inequality
This pal's something with higher receptors,

as in Hip Hop, I go off unexpected, like malfunctioning fire detectors
I'm adding track to track, & subtracting my enemies,
Divide the bars through songs, then multiply the rapping endlessly

The lyrical phenom is rather irrational, tampered & masterful, flared within
I'm googleplex squared, times fifty factorial, squared again


Uh
Sly Watts, in case you didn't know


[Verse - 3]
The way I'm verbally profound is oh so heaven sent, my tens of cents are next to spent
You see, I dominated the EOC with an Excellent

I, don't need this. I'm done with this killing. So cunning, I'm chilling, with blunderous villains
The probability of you beating Watts in a Rap Battle's just about one to a million
So don't try. I run abide, dope, while soaring uproars

My skill is like a undefined slope, I'm going up moer
My haphazardous features will crack ballads to preachers,
and leave you checking my high scores, like that Algebra teacher

Now I have to say, Ms. Mills, you've done your teaching right
Rigor was on the highest shelf. We had the reching height
I hold some intuition, and I feel it all dispersed in air

Multiply by myself and vice versa, like a perfect square
Thus, I've come to the end of this lyrical odyssey,
Along with Algebra 1, Soon I'll be taking Geometry

&, Great rap, I ace that. I slay cats. You now shall hit the playback
Just killed the beat. That's a Algebra Rap. Now where's my A at?


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