Smooth and rhythmic flow about probability.  Feel the heart and rhythm about different distributions.

Lyrics:

It starts with a curve, smooth and wide,  
Symmetric like moonlight on either side.  
The normal distribution, bell-shaped and clean,  
Mean in the middle, where the data convene.  

Standard deviation, that spread of the sound,  
Tells you how far the numbers rebound.  
68 percent in one sigma’s sway,  
Then 95, and 99, they say.  

We’re swingin’ to the odds, in a world so precise,  
Where randomness grooves and patterns entice.  
From binomial beats to Poisson’s surprise,  
Probability’s rhythm never lies.  

Binomial flips like a coin in the air,  
Success or fail, it’s a binary affair.  
Poisson pops when the rare things arrive,  
Like meteors falling or bees in a hive.  

Exponential fades like a jazz note’s decay,  
Time 'til the next hit, drifting away.  
Each distribution, a story it tells,  
In the scatter of stars or the ringing of bells.  

So plot that curve, let the histogram rise,  
Data’s got soul, and stats never lie.  
From the tails to the peak, it’s a musical ride,  
Where math meets the melody deep inside.  

We’re swingin’ to the odds, in a world so precise,  
Where randomness grooves and patterns entice.  
From binomial beats to Poisson’s surprise,  
Probability’s rhythm never lies.  

So let the numbers dance, let the data sing,  
In the heart of the curve, we find everything.  
Swingin’ to the odds, with a soulful sway,  
Where chance writes the music we play.


Swingin' To The Odds (Probability)

Feel the buildup as we sail with Waloddi Weibull on his journey to unveiling what we now call the Weibull distribution, one of the most versatile and widely-known statistical methods in survival and reliability analysis.

Lyrics:

Born in Vittskövle, 1887, Waloddi sailed the Swedish seas under heaven.
A midshipman first, then a scholar of math, He charted the unknown, drew a brand-new path.

From fracture mechanics to strength of steel, He asked: how long will machines truly feel?
In 1937, he gave us the key, A model of failure, shaped probabilistically.

Oh, the Weibull line, it tells us when, The failures start, and the wear begins. 
With beta for shape and eta for scale, It maps out life where others fail. 
From infant mortality to aging decay, His function guides us every day.

He studied at Uppsala, taught at KTH, Saw time-to-failure as more than just a phase.
In 1951, he made it precise, A distribution that still rolls the dice.

From turbines spinning to medical scans, Weibull’s curve fits countless plans.
Predicting fatigue, forecasting strain, Designing for stress, avoiding pain.
Shape parameter rising, hazard rate climbs, It’s all in the math, across industries and times.

Gold medals gleamed in his later years, ASME honored the pioneer.
From Sweden to France, his journey complete, But his legacy lives in the data we keep.

Oh, the Weibull line, it tells us when, The failures start, and the wear begins.
With beta for shape and eta for scale, It maps out life where others fail.
From infant mortality to aging decay, His function guides us every day.

So let the curve that bears his name Remind us why he earned his fame.
From reliability to lifetime design, We still walk the path of the Weibull line.

The Curve of Life (Weibull distribution)

Rock out to the infinite, never ending, eternal and probably most popular irrational number ... ever.  Can you imagine life without Pi?

Lyrics:

They called you Archimedes’ dream,  
A symbol carved in ancient schemes,  
From Babylon’s clay to Greek design,  
You whispered secrets through the line.  
Defined as the circle’s sacred law,  
Circumference divided by diameter raw,  
A ratio endless, a number’s cry,  
The world revolves around you, Pi.  

Oh Pi, you’re the fire in the wheel,  
The heartbeat that the cosmos feels.  
Without your song, the stars would fall,  
No bridges, no waves, no circles at all.  
You’re infinite, you never die,  
The rock of reason — eternal Pi.  

Geometry bows to your command,  
Physics trembles in your hand,  
From quantum strings to ocean tides,  
Engineering rides where you reside.  
Astronomy charts the heavens wide,  
Statistics finds its truth inside,  
Without your code, we’d lose the sky,  
No measure, no map — no Pi.  

Oh Pi, you’re the fire in the wheel,  
The heartbeat that the cosmos feels.  
Without your song, the stars would fall,  
No bridges, no waves, no circles at all.  
You’re infinite, you never die,  
The rock of reason — eternal Pi.  

Imagine a world where circles break,  
Where clocks can’t turn, where ships can’t wake,  
Where music’s rhythm fades away,  
And science has no words to say.  
But you remain, a guiding flame,  
Unfinished, endless, yet the same,  
A ballad sung through time and sky,  
Forever bound to you, sweet Pi.  

Oh Pi, you’re the fire in the wheel,  
The heartbeat that the cosmos feels.  
Without your song, the stars would fall,  
No bridges, no waves, no circles at all.  
You’re infinite, you never die,  
The rock of reason — eternal Pi.  

Eternal Pi

MATH (ft. Macklemore)

Tracklist:

1. Cocaine Lullaby
2. Out The Real w/ Ronnie
3. Too Deep
4. 2001
5. Midnight Stroll
6. Dissapear Into Program Code

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featuring bro @ronniesouthern800

DJ SOUTHERLY - DIGITAL RECREATION: PART II

the first actually good song written in drop d

carbon based but everything actually has a good take

lyrics:

yo it’s baldi in this bitch, ruler slap, chalk dust
they said two was controversial, but I dont really give a fuck
whiteboard say solve for X, but I’m tryna solve for neck
she got a fat ass, almost fat as my check


fucked a bad bitch in the gym, on the mats
tied her wrists to the bleachers, hit it from the back
she moaning equations, two plus two is four
I nut on her face, say bitch what's the score



basement under the school, with the soundproof walls
epstein used to kick it here, we traded hoes {in the halls}*
she screamin Mr. Baldi harder! like quiet, we doin’ long division
nine inches deep, in my class, make her see the vision

*(replace in the halls with the "no running in the halls" vox)


detention slip say “bad” make her read it aloud
bend her over the desk, skirt up, no sound
ruler tappin the clit like I’m keepin the tempo
hunnid problems on the board, but you aint one of them hoe

I teach math bitch, I’m Baldi with the ruler 
Smack a hoe ass if she fail the quiz, no tutor
Principal walk in, he missed a lotta lore cuh
He say baldi, what the fuck? I say Common Core, bruh


playtime? *long pause* nah it’s play wit mine
stay strapped with my ruler, and my glocks and my 9s
she scream you got it wrong! I say Shut up, do me
got that dope ass ruler, leave welts on her coochie!



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