Here is a rap composed by an undergrad student in YBK's class !
Title: “Straight Outta YYZ”
(Beat kicks in — minimal, gritty, academic-elite swagger)
[Intro]
Yo yo — it’s lil YBK from the YYZ,
Blackboard’s hot and the math ain’t free.
You want that deep phase? You best come correct —
I drop Atland-Simmons bars with renormalized respect.
[Verse 1]
I pull up to class with my coat and my chalk,
Turn that lecture hall into a theory walk.
Atland in my left, Simmons in my right,
Partitionin’ functions all day and night.
You still stuck in mean-field? That’s baby play.
I’m on that Chern-Simons drip, topological slay.
Spin-charge separation in my vocal tone,
Make a quasiparticle feel all alone.
[Hook]
It’s YBK — from that YYZ,
With a Hamiltonian flow and a Z₂ key.
From the Brillouin zone to your mental state,
I collapse wavefunctions when I spit this great.
[Verse 2]
I ain’t rappin’ ‘bout chains, I’m rappin’ ’bout chains,
Spin chains, Heisenberg — no need for fame.
I drop lectures so cold, they Bose-condense,
My blackboard the canvas, my mind’s intense.
I’m the renorm king, I flow with the scale,
Beta function savage, I will not fail.
You still usin’ Drude? That’s pre-YBK.
I quantize conductance when I seize the day.
[Bridge]
Yo, undergrads quake when I walk in the room,
My path integrals leave ’em face full of doom.
From YYZ to the halls of the Simons gang,
I drop Goldstone bars that clang and bang.
[Hook]
It’s YBK — from that YYZ,
With a Hamiltonian flow and a Z₂ key.
From the Brillouin zone to your mental state,
I collapse wavefunctions when I spit this great.
[Outro]
So if you ever doubt the quantum finesse,
Just know: my gauge is fixed, and I never guess.
Yo yo — it’s lil YBK from the YYZ,
Reppin’ Atland and Simmons to infinity.
Class adjourned.
Go compute that Berry phase.