Mata - Piszę To Na Matmie

There are mathematicians all around me
Someone on the left is counting something
Someone on the right is counting something
Someone in between them is fidgeting
It's me, M-A-T
Short for dumbass
I think of almonds in all sorts of colours
I'm thinking about stupid things and I'm thinking about bullshit
When suddenly someone calls me
Hola hola
Isn't that the professor's voice?
Dude, holy shit, that's the professor's voice
We're dead
The hoe snatches Mate at the sun
And I'm probably about to burn in shame
Death, black board, I'm going to the funeral
And I hear these laughs and giggles somewhere in the back
The professor asked me to share my knowledge
It turned out to be impossible
Those who are supposed to know why, well, they do
And those who don't know know my schoolyard hounding, yo

I am writing this in math
I was supposed to calculate the element
Some kind of
But Michael doesn't know how
I am writing this in math
I was supposed to calculate the element
Some kind of
But Michael doesn't know how (But Michael doesn't know how)

Since elementary school I have been the number Pi
Well, I was always a little close to a C
And now I'm getting a F in this grade book
It will be difficult by the presence of such grades
Defines the percentage
And I have a working calculator
And it's still fuckin' annoying counting up the y's and x's
Fuck it, I'm taking the rest of the letters
And counting on myself
So I can count the money from ZAiKS later

We are a model and a collection of proverbs
God drank Namyslow
And flew free without a thought
And that's how we all live
In such a cheesy literal clip
We are a model and a collection of proverbs
God drank Namyslow
And flew free without a thought
And that's how we live here, ah

I am writing this in math
I was supposed to calculate the element
Some kind of
But Michael doesn't know how
I am writing this in math
I was supposed to calculate the element
Some kind of
But Michael doesn't know how
I am writing this in math
I was supposed to calculate the element
Some kind of
But Michael doesn't know how
I am writing this in math
I was supposed to calculate the element
Some kind of
But Michael doesn't know how (But Michael doesn't know how)

We have written universal truths on the blackboard
It is forbidden to kill and divide by zero
And although I understand why
I do not understand why
We have been written on a blackboard the fundamental truths
It is forbidden to kill and divide by zero
And although you don't understand why
Remember it, mothefucker

I am writing this in math
I was supposed to calculate the element
Some kind of
But Michael doesn't know how
I am writing this in math
I was supposed to calculate the element
Some kind of
But Michael doesn't know how

Any non-contradictory solvable
First-order formal system
Containing Pean's axioms
Must be incomplete
This means that no first-order formal system
Will ever "cover" the set of all theorems of arithmetic in its entirety
This does not mean
That the set of all theorems of arithmetic
Does not exist, but only that it cannot be
Generated by any formal system
In other words, provability is always weaker than truthfulness
The set of sentences generated (proved) by a formal system
Will never be equal to the set of true sentences of the theory
It can be either smaller than the set of true sentences (non-contradictory or incomplete system) or larger than it (complete but contradictory system)
But Michael doesn't know how
But Michael doesn't know how
But Michael doesn't know how
But Michael doesn't know how
But Michael doesn't know how