9 & 225 = Forty Five

Nine on my tongue, twenty-five in the stash,

Multiplying moves, quick as cameras flash.

Nine squared, big flex, moves alive,

Two-twenty-five dancing, equate to forty five.

Nine and the square root, truth to survive,

Digits never lie, build where we thrive.

Two-two-five, these blocks, they collide,

Breaking down the math, it's simply forty five.

Chalkboard smoke, where the answers derive,

Pythagoras whisper, watch the numbers jive.

Geometry in motion, corners and vibes,

Every hood’s statement, math always survives.

Crack the formula, finding hustle in code,

Variables flipping, bosses carried that load.

Excel sheets grind, we graphing the road,

Algorithmic life, rules explode.

Nine and the square root, truth to survive,

Digits never lie, build where we thrive.

Two-two-five, these blocks, they collide,

Breaking down the math, it's simply forty five.

In the cipher of paper, where physics align,

Pockets add problems, solutions combine.

Noah’s arc of numbers, flooding the shine,

In the balance of power, success redefined.