4 Da Mind

It's the ill scripts and the hieroglyphics
Plus the scientifics (For the mind)
It's the ill scripts and the hieroglyphics
Plus the scientifics (For the mind)

Ayo, ayo, open up your eyes and tell me what you see
Ease on down the road with me
I hold the key to the doors of your brain
And mental pain will shower down like the rain
From the sky, I wonder why did I fly
To a land that was covered by sand
And with improper shoes on my feet
I walked through blistering heat and didn't eat
For forty days until I came to a door
At the bottom of a mountain by the shore
My word is law, I walked in with no fear
And I could hear a phat track in the rear
And so I slid to the source of the sound
And what I found was mad tapes all around
And Kangol hats and suede Pumas by the pair
Then in walks this old man with waves in his hair
He didn't speak, he walked over to his chair
And took a seat and then that stopped the beat
"What's going on?" I say
Blundering and wondering should I stay
With no delay he picked up his crooked stick
And a thick book, he reached out to me and I took it quick
That's what he told me to do
I took it home and then I read it with my crew
Okay, I think that it's time we begin
Now three men will read from the chapters found within

It's the ill scripts and the hieroglyphics
Plus the scientifics (For the mind)
It's the ill scripts and the hieroglyphics
Plus the scientifics (For the mind)
It's the ill scripts and the hieroglyphics
Plus the scientifics (For the mind)
It's the ill scripts and the hieroglyphics
Plus the scientifics (For the mind)

Chapter one, I rip out your spine and play the piccolo
With your vertebrae, when bent a certain way
Different tunes I play, tombs stay open, I'm hopin'
The king that rises, my eye is
Irritated with vivid pictures, reality fades away
I hear chants, I ride to town
On a chariot of army ants, eating grapes
My dagger scrapes, I sharpen the edges for incisions
Different decisions, like bending prisms
Color the form, watch the rainbow, it's a riddle
It has mad flavors like Skittles
So slide into the pot of gold as I unfold
My thoughts, I kill human beings for sports

Chapter two, I flex skills that are nasty like porn
Bound to get you fucked up, better yet, ripped, torn
Out the frame, bringing pain to your membrane
And drain your veins 'til no blood remains
Mystic brain, thoughts like a gypsy
Sipping on cognac, feeling kind of tipsy
It's the mic destroyer
Jack's beanstalk got jacked by Goya
Oh boy-uh, here we go again
In the Philippines, they be eating man's best friend
Give me five to ten, county jail or state pen
For the styles I be killing off and on like trends

It's the ill scripts and the hieroglyphics
Plus the scientifics (For the mind)
It's the ill scripts and the hieroglyphics
Plus the scientifics (For the mind)
It's the ill scripts and the hieroglyphics
Plus the scientifics (For the mind)
It's the ill scripts and the hieroglyphics
Plus the scientifics (For the mind)

Chapter three, hocusin', pocusin'
I use my third eye to focus in on your crucifixion and
I'm psychic like Jeane Dixon and my prediction and
Niggas better flee 'cause in realm three
I have a different personality, so run, go tell your friend
It's the dweller from the cellar and watch me cast my spell again
And you'll be screaming, "Mr. Pelican"
Like Andy Panda, I'm from the lost Atlanta
The necromancer, the Indian rain dancer
Underground is the killer clown
The joker poker, 'cause he'll choke ya, then he'll smoke ya
Lord, nigga, it's the big black spade and
Degrading little son of Satan
Master is the ace and that hooks up the beats with bass and
Mixed between Norman and Jason
And I'm the deuce in your hand, the tall to the man
The thriller, I eat Froot Loops, the serial killer
The four-man dream team, wrecking all evens and odds
The deadly deck of cards, dealing with the gods
The extra-terrifical, lyrical, spiritual
Scientifical, hypnotical and mystical
Intellectual poetry
Made for the mind, destroying mankind