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  1. Math Wrap

From the recording Simple Dance (2015)

by Do 1987, 2015
Being a math nerd from the Bronx (birthplace of rap), I felt compelled to celebrate this interest & background in an old school style rap.
Do – Vocals, Guitar, Looper, Percussion, Claps; Camilo – Bass; Mike – Congas; Lori DeGloria – Vocals, Claps.

Lyrics

Well my name is Do and I’m doing alright
I read a lot; so I got bad eyesight.
I’m the mathematics MC coming to you
That’s MMC for the sic math dude.
Say calculator! Say calculator! Say math nerd!
Say Eeee!
All the other MCs boast a lot
But I know ain’t one of them got what I got
In my brain, I’m thinking of complex analysis.
The other MCs have verbal paralysis,
If they try to talk shop, with the pro math jock,
‘Cause I am red hot
And my equations won’t stop
When I hip hop talking to you
About what I know. That’s what I do.
I like Leibnitz or Newton’s calculus.
It’s a tool that every engineer can trust.
I relax with some linear algebra,
Help me with my multivariate formulas.
Sometimes it gets complicated and I get irritated
But I’m never stalemated, just a little saturated.
Then I take a break and walk around.
I hang with my friends; I chill out I cool down.
I get a grip on what’s reality.
Too late, can’t stop thinking ‘bout geometry.
I am in a 9 dimensional vector space
And I can’t seem to find my way out of this place.
Say calculator! Say calculator! Say math nerd!
Say Eeee!
My peeps wonder why I look so dazed.
I respond with a long mathematical maze
Of proofs, algorithms and formulas.
That’s what I said; that’s where I was.
I sort of sounded like a vocalized computer chip.
My friend runs over, says Do get a grip.
I say e to the x to the y to the z.
You take that over infinity
Equals the same thing, no matter what you do.
No matter how x y and z look to you.
It’s sort of an analogy to our lives.
We’re all the same deep down inside.
I said function fx equals x to the third.
I say I got the number, but what’s the word.
I say function fy equal y squared over 5
Thrive in the mathematics trance,
Hypnotized, hypnotized, hypnotized.
Meanwhile, I’m walking around in a 9 dimensional vector space. Somewhere between the 5th and 6th dimensions I see the elliptic operator. Ah the elliptic operator, who directs me over the topological covering space…
To the beat! With mathematical precision.
Beat! The musical pulse transmission.
Beat! The cymbal goes with all the high end.
Beat! In the chest goes bass drum dividend.
Well my name is Do and I’m feeling uptight.
‘Cause I’m lost in the uncountable finite.
I’m still the mathematics MC coming to you.
That’s MMC, but I don’t know what to do
I walk over to a TV set;
I’m looking for a fourier series what’s next.
I can’t get my thoughts in line with this world
‘Cause I’m consistently distracted by div,
Grad and curl.
I experience euphorics with combinatorics
And I get my kicks in a big matrix.
I am orthonormal to the floor and shelf
But how does a cross product sell itself?
Yes, these are the thoughts
Of a mind out of touch.
Yes, the thoughts of a math man
Can be a bit much.
But I say it as I see it rhythmically.
‘Cause I go by the code of the MMC.
To the beat! With mathematical precision.
Beat! The musical pulse transmission.
Beat! The cymbal goes with all the high end.
Beat! In the chest goes bass drum dividend.
And the doctor says with all probability
I’ll soon come ‘round to my sensibilities.
And find my way back to 3-D reality
As soon as I get out of this math mentality.
But then and there I start disappearing.
First my hands, then my arms, then my legs start clearing the room.
This time I’ve gone too far
And I vanish into vector space algebra.