[Verse]
Two and six fuse, the math translates,
Infinity loops when the pattern pulsates.
Angles align like stars on my slate,
Geometry divine when I navigate fate.
[Verse 2]
Forty-five degrees, slicing paths like a blade,
Bisect these rhymes, every bar handmade.
Triangles sharp, Pythagoras paid,
Every point I drop, legendary upgrade.
[Chorus]
Nine times any digit, back to the nine,
Universal math, the cosmos aligned.
Circles in my rhymes keep the flow well-defined,
Infinite cycles, numerical shrine.
[Verse 3]
Scalene mind, obtuse or acute,
Sharper the angle, the deeper my root.
Construct my verse, Euclidean pursuit,
Monuments in lines, lyrical institute.
[Bridge]
Gridwork mapped, symmetry tight,
Illusions collapse when I step to the mic.
Charts and graphs in my lyrical sight,
Calculated moves, my flows ignite.
[Verse 4]
Polygons flex, fractal in bars,
Golden ratio rhymes stretching out to the stars.
Pi infinite, my verses bizarre,
Echo through the void, no flaw in my jar.