Physics Rocks.

v1: Frequent-C

He spits his rhymes producing oscillations in pressure,

Doin’ physics for leisure.

His name is Van Kooten, when he’s not teachin’ he’s shooting little particles

in the Large Hadron Collider

Like a voltage divider, his flow’ll make you drop your load

Don’t step to VK, cause he lives by the code

Not the G Code, more like the ‘P’ code

Studying acoustics, he mastered the art.

Talking formants, and distinguishing vowels,

Forget to put units? You’ll be met with a scowl, plus the

Hemholtz, singing rod, even a wine glass

That we’re gonna smash in the very next class

Whether transverse, or your wave is longitudinal,

You think you’re cooler than a spectrogram? Your delusional.

Measure up to any science pound for pound,

Cause there ain’t no stopping VK…and his physics of sound

v2: JND

Let me take you through a day of Professor Van Kooten

He theorizes things that would rival even Newton

He hails from Canada, America’s Hat (What?)

When we’re talking frequencies, you know he is flat

He rides with Hooke, Pascal and all of his bros

They spit scientific facts, like the ear is not the nose.

You know his kids have giga-fun all the way to Disney land

Cuz they know the metric system, from the joule to the gram.

I got the critical bands, and tons of overtones

But you try to escape waves, they won’t leave you alone

This cipher from my lips, a pressure controlled valve,

You hear it on your ear drum, but its comin’ from my mouth

He’s intense like a sound at a hundred twenty decibels

Give him some numbers, and he’ll put on a spectacle of science

Today, he said he’d break a glass. C’mon VK, that’s why I come to class!

v3: DJ L.E.

What. Is. Sound?

Nothing but vibrations, changing air flow,

Sudden drop in temp. causes explosion,

Oscillation, just molecules of air, a wave of energy just listen to that snare.

Wanna study sound? That science of acoustics?

Listen to Van Kooten, he’ll show you how to do it.

Now let’s talk about the motion of the ocean,

A solar collector, she brews ‘e’ like a potion.

But when the moon comes out she goes with the tide,

He pulls her in the gravity and takes her for a ride.

Cool. Salt. Dense. Fall.

Find it kinda funny how it seems to all,

Heat, light, move, rays. Always ends up in the form of a wave.

Yo must go with the flow, know it’s okay to cave,

Always under pressure? You’re crazy to behave.