Mathematics - Non-Equivalent lyrics

[Intro: Lord Superb (Shyheim)] Aiyo, the Rugged Child is something else, man First met that n***a (I ain't even like ya'll n***as) Straight told me that sh**, man (don't be coming in my circle) They like why, he don't f** with a lot of clowns (I heard you) Straight business dude, you know? Up front type of guy [Shyheim] Yo, I don't rock with you dick-in-the-bu*t-a** kids You ain't a thug with this saw-headed doing bids k** a what? You wouldn't k** a fly n***a, front like you ready to die, cuz you high But when I let the ten milli, buck on that, who done it Bloods take it in blood, your life is a course I give your girl a dog dick, to tell her more, b**h And cluck like the bird that she is, but that's your wifey Since I came out, she like me, Rugged Child fanclub, she write me Get hype g, lose your windpipe, breath through your tube I love to win, I hate to lose, one of them crazy Wu-Tang dudes A k**a Bee, I attack the suite, n***as k**ing me Softly, talking bout the street What they know about this life? I think they persian Close the curtain, stop the press, they can't f** with the S [Chorus 2X: Shyheim (Lord Superb)] It's hard to cope with (cope with) so they smoke sh** (smoke sh**) You ain't equivalent (equivalent) you s** a** and you s** a dick You ain't dangerous (dangerous), you ain't terrorist (terrorist) Go against, and you will pay the penalty (you shall pay) [Shyheim] I'm giving you the cold shoulder, lil' n***a But a big notorious gun holder, cocoa broke I get it fresh and white, like a boulder There, pump it anywhere, spots, blocks, still I got to get this money like Tiger Woods Dick good, so I'm wanted by the shorties in the hood Once moved like valor, and rock a worldwide tour f** a BMW, I wanna buy a store What you selling crack for, your looks? You ain't a crook In the 4 building, you got your Air Max took And yea I can respect, Tommy Hill down On the V.I. with the specs, cuz when my numb bust Clear the echo, I'm so bad, I get bail with a parole hoe Guzzle them Olde Gold [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Lord Superb (Shyheim)] k**a Kane (Reddy Red) Red One, that n***a Pull, Pop Tray (Stapleton) you know, Shaolin, (Ill P) the Rugged Child is here forever (Real Gil), the millennium, the millennium, (Debo) (All my n***as locked down, we don't go against the grain) Forever, n***a (if we do, d**h is a penalty) Superb signing out (I don't f** with ya'll, chop my head off, you know?)