I rock lyrics like Fibonacci's digits: for days
And like the Son of Bonacci I got my AKAs
I'm dropping knowledge, it's calculated
I value my place, it's not abacus aided
But don't count me out, 'cause I have my ways
Golden Ratio: 1.6180
Zip Code, Brooklyn NY, 11235
1:37 the time
Add it up on the other side
Even if you're Nero
Use zero through nine
Not sequins but sequence for life
Proof sifted, it's a new paradigm
True gifted, full spectrum sublime
Linguistic, advancing our kind
The roof has been lifted so come on by
The pattern that maxes the constant that Planck is
My frequency blasted to the ears of the masses
Amassing in masses in the back of your minds
Electromagnanimous, grounded and glamorous
Attracting all active mankind

Tell Gladwell, I don’t need 10,000 hours
It’s intrinsic, in the tail of this linguistic
Distribution, I’m a problem, Houston
A rocket, boosting, launching knowledge
Like Pingala, you got served, come correct
With the Matthew Effect, ask Robert Merton
My insisture is paved in cement
Changing nouns to verbs, I represent
Willie Shakes, the Edison of words
I expect that you won’t get what I invent
Next, like curves in waves
A laminar flow that swirls in your brain
With a golden ratio, converging frames
On limitless depth, that’s infinite so
Not infinite sews, you get what I aim?
It’s a Taylor series, I don’t mean Tailor’s clothes
My theory’s C-H-A, O, next
Dot-dot-dot, I transmit text
Clearly think, don’t guess
Best if you don’t blink, Gladwell
It’s 15 minutes to fame

I’ve been doing this ever since Basho
Was cutting hokku flow, carving kigos
On the shores of Biwa in Kyoto
When the frog-plopping stops
Still, the sonic oscillations
Surfing the waves on H2O
The cherry blossoms shimmer
Expressing the integers:
5-7-5, a trio of primes
Pink reflected patterns bespatter the sky
With lenticular short stacks, formed
Like swarms of spaceships on a database trip
I’m like Four caps and stems
Ya best strap in when the fractals begin
High wire, no guide on this tie-dyed requiem ride
There’s magic stored in the spores
When the ego goes, in the throes of
Taking your S-A-T-O-R-I’s
I’m the Rosetta Stone, the Sherlock Holmes
Detecting seed values
From DNA through the Milky Way
And gilded linguistic tricks
For mathematical mystics