[Intro – spoken, distorted whisper] Ancient gods came down to Earth. They gave us numbers, fire, and birth. “Learn the math, unlock the key, The code of knowledge, infinity.” (whisper) We took it… and started to count. [Verse 1 – rap-funk flow] They landed with thunder, dropped the equation, No more prayers, now it’s calculation. We built the towers, multiplied the land, But the formula cut right through our hands. Progress sharp like a blade in the night, Not heaven we reached, but another street fight. Bread, cars, pride, another man’s wife, We divide each other just to feel alive. [Pre-Chorus – shouted with backing vox] They taught us sums, they taught us faith, (They taught us) how to kill, how to take. Algebra 101 — no golden rule, The math of survival — welcome to school. [Chorus – chant / gang vocals] Algebra 101 — solving blood equations, Algebra 101 — greed is the foundation. Algebra 101 — hatred grows in power, Algebra 101 — your grave will mark the hour. (ONE! OH! ONE!) [Verse 2 – funk/rap flow with scratches] Cash machines scream like hungry gods, We trade our souls for a shiny facade. Humans are fractions, no common ground, Lost in the numbers where silence drowns. Teach the kids: survive, take more, Forgot the roots, forgot the core. And the ancient eyes are watching below, They laugh at the chaos — “this is the show.” [Bridge – ominous whisper] We could turn back, rewrite the code, Return to the roots, not the overload. There’s a true 101, not hate, not war, But the stone will read 101… forevermore. [Scat Solo – 12 lines, chaotic funk] Ba-da-boom! tika-taka CRACK! Who’s the prophet? never coming back! Scooby-bop zip-zap — drop that sum! Divide by zero — world goes numb! Wubba-la-daa! scratch it on the deck! Middle eye spin, keep the mind in check! Taka-boom! shakalaka flame! Every calculation never ends the same! Rada-tat CLAP! echo to the sky! Ancient voices screaming: “never die!” Scooby-bidi-bop! zip-bang fly! Crystal math burning — open up the eye! [Guitar Solo] 🎸🔥 [Breakdown – whispered over bass] We are all trash — the math is clear. The goal is simple — erase, disappear. (breath) Not too late to turn around… Or the stone will read: one… oh… one. [Chorus – chant / gang vocals] Algebra 101 — solving blood equations, Algebra 101 — greed is the foundation. (AL-GE-BRA!) (101!) Algebra 101 — hatred grows in power, Algebra 101 — your grave will mark the hour. (ONE! OH! ONE!) [Chorus – chant / gang vocals] Algebra 101 — solving blood equations, Algebra 101 — greed is the foundation. Algebra 101 — hatred grows in power, Algebra 101 — your grave will mark the [endi]
