What are the best rap lyrics that involve math?

One Mic by Nas

All I need is one blunt, one page, and one pen
One prayer – tell God forgive me for one sin
Matter of fact, maybe more than one.. look back
At all the hatred against me: fuck all of them
Jesus died at age 33, there’s 33 shots
From twin Glocks there’s sixteen apiece, that’s 32
Which means one of my guns was holding 17
27 hit your crew. 6 went into you

Power Circle by Rick Ross

The square root of a kilo is me nigga
The square root of a kilo is me nigga
Do the math, I’m a motherfucking G nigga

Source: http://rapgenius.com/Nas-one-mic…, http://rapgenius.com/Rick-ross-p…

http://rapgenius.com/Mos-def-mat…Also, from Affirmative Action by Nas (by best, I’m assuming you don’t mean most accurate):
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half
Get sixteen, double it times three
We got forty-eight
Which mean a whole lot of cream
Divide the profit by four
Subtract it by eight
We back to sixteen
Now add the other two that Mega bringin’ through
So let’s see, if we flip this other key
Then that’s more for me
Mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple that times three
We got three quarters of another ki

The square root of sixty-nine is eight-something because I’ve been trying to work it out.
– Drake in “What’s my name?”

I don’t know about “best,” but Canibus’ “Niggonometry” is notable.

“Yo, check it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock
Three for the fourth comin live, future shock
It’s five dimensions, six senses
Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, 8 Million Stories to tell
Nine planets faithfully keep in orbit
with the probable tenth, the universe expands length
The body of my text posess extra strength
Power-liftin powerless up, out of this, towerin inferno
My ink so hot it burn through the journal
I’m blacker than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle
Hip-Hop past all your tall social hurdles
like the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex
Broken glass wall better keep your alarm set
Streets too loud to ever hear freedom sing
Say evacuate your sleep, it’s dangerous to dream
but you chain cats get they CHA-POW, who dead now
Killin fields need blood to graze the cash cow
It’s a number game, but shit don’t add up somehow
Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it
but only 15% of profits, ever see my pockets like
sixty-nine billion in the last twenty years
spent on national defense but folks still live in fear like
nearly half of America’s largest cities is one-quarter black
That’s why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack
Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty more to a ki
A five minute sentence hearing and you no longer free
40% of Americans own a cell phone
so they can hear, everything that you say when you ain’t home
I guess, Michael Jackson was right, “You Are Not Alone”
Rock your hardhat black cause you in the Terrordome
full of hard niggaz, large niggaz, dice tumblers
Young teens and prison greens facin life numbers
Crack mothers, crack babies and AIDS patients
Young bloods can’t spell but they could rock you in PlayStation
This new math is whippin motherfuckers ass
You wanna know how to rhyme you better learn how to add
It’s mathematics”