Do The Math - Torae

Who gon' do the math?

Imagine if 2Pac would have had kids

And left another soldier for the revolution

And what if them cowards would have never shot B.I.G.

I bet he’d still spit

Imagine the '84 draft, Mike ain’t get picked

What if #2 would have won all of those chips

Think Nike would have given son his own kicks?

Could you imagine the Bowie’s instead of Jordans?

And what if Eazy ain’t die, it was Cube instead?

Wouldn’t be no Doughboy, wouldn’t be no Craig

Shit, wouldn’t be a Chris Tucker or Mike Epps

Imagine this type shit, imagine it’s like this

If Martin never walked

Would there be a Barack?

Could the prezzy be black?

Would there ever be rap without jams in the park?

With no Kool Herc and Afrika Bambaataa

If Jaz-O would’ve popped

Would hypeman Hov have ever started The Roc?

I bet he couldn’t bag Beyonce if not

Would he have had Carmen, would he have had Fox?

Could we have had Lox if Mary ain’t tell Puff

That the demo was tough?

Would the Ryders be Ruff?

Would the product of Run DMC be the same

If Run was the DJ, would Jay have been slain?

Imagine Richard Pryor never snorted cocaine

Could Dave Chappelle excel when Martin had came?

What if Aalyiah’s plane never hit rough terrain?

Would it still be the same?

Would she had married Dame?

What if that mary jane that we spark on the flame?

Wasn’t illegal mane?

Would you spark it the same?

Could you marvel at things if it wasn’t what it was?

Would you wanna be thugs if there never was Bloods?

What if they wore gloves, walk around cleaning shit?

In blue overalls, you still wanna be Crip?

What if they ain’t download, the music still sold?

You think me and Marco, Double Barrel went gold?

What if I knew Pete Rock, Premier and Large Pro?

And they all gave me heat to compliment the flow

And I played it for Buckshot and he was like, «Yo.

We about to make Duck Down Records your new home.»

What if Buck was Russell?

What if Dru was Rick?

Imagine Def Jam had the Boot Camp Clik

Imagine there’s no food stamps, imagine there’s no WIC

To take care of your kids, the hood would be sick

Niggas would be vics on the regular

What if they ain’t enhance and advance the form of the cellular

Niggas carrying brick phones, forever brah

You couldn’t text at all

This is just some shit I think about in the lab

When I’m at half a bag and the beat’s on blast

Some say it’s food for thought

And some will just laugh

But how many of y’all is gonna do the math?

Who gon' do the math?

«If you don’t know the equation then you can’t do the math» — Big Shug 'Capture

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«Multiplying fractions, now you know the half» — LL Cool J 'Life As…'