4 Da Mind
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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
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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.64] Its the ill scripts
[00:20.69] And the Hieroglyphics
[00:21.59] Plus the scientifics... for the mind x2
[00:28.73] Masta Ace?
[00:29.60] Hey yo, hey yo
[00:30.56] Open up your eyes and tell me what you see
[00:31.49] Ease on down the road with me
[00:34.17] I hold the key to the doors of your brain
[00:36.99] And mental pain was showered down like the rain
[00:39.64] From the sky, I wondered, "why did I fly
[00:42.30] To a land that was covered by sand?"
[00:44.11] And when you popped the shoes off my feet
[00:46.89] I walked through blistering heat and didn't eat
[00:49.51] For forty days until I came to a door
[00:52.22] At the bottom of a mountain by the shore
[00:54.90] My word is bond
[00:55.83] I walked in with no fear
[00:57.65] And I could hear a fat track in the rear
[01:00.30] So I slid to the source of the sound
[01:02.12] And what I found, was mad tapes all around
[01:04.82] And Kangol hats and suede pumas by the pair
[01:07.55] Then in walks this tall man with waves in his hair
[01:10.22] He didn't speak
[01:12.06] He walked over to his chair took a seat
[01:13.81] And then that stopped the beat
[01:15.69] "What's goin' on?" I say
[01:17.45] Wonderin' and wonderin', "should I stay?"
[01:21.08] With no delay he picked up his crooked click
[01:22.89] And the thick book he reached out to me and I took it quick
[01:25.55] That's what he told me to do
[01:28.24] I took it home and then I read it with my crew
[01:30.94] Okay I think that it's time we begin
[01:33.64] A(of) dreamin' we'll benefit from the chapters found within
[01:36.34] Its the ill scripts
[01:37.28] And the Hieroglyphics
[01:38.14] Plus the scientifics... for the mind x3
[01:46.21] UG (of Cella Dwellas
[01:48.17] Chapter 1
[01:50.82] I rip out your spine and play the piccolo with your vertebrae
[01:59.82] I bet this hurted way different tunes I play
[02:02.54] Tunes they open, I'm hopin', keep the rises
[02:05.26] My eyes is irritated with livid pictures
[02:08.87] Reality fades away
[02:10.69] I hear chinks are like the town chariot to all the gangs
[02:12.49] Even grapes my dagger's ready for war sharpening edges
[02:16.02] For incisions limit decisions
[02:17.82] Like bendin' prisms color form watch the rainbows
[02:20.58] Terrific and has mad flavors like skittles
[02:24.18] Slide into a pot of gold as I unfold a thought
[02:26.80] 'I kill human beings for sport'
[02:28.61] Lord Digga of Masta Ace Incorporated]
[02:30.46] Chapter 2
[02:33.14] I flex skills that are nasty like porn
[02:34.96] Bound to getcha' fucked up as they get ripped, torn
[02:36.72] Out the frame bringin' pain to ya membrane
[02:40.35] And drain ya veins 'til no blood remains
[02:43.05] Mystic brain thoughts like a gypsy
[02:45.78] Sippin' on cognac, feelin' kinda tipsy
[02:47.57] It's the mic destroya
[02:51.16] Jack's bean stalk got jacked by Goya
[02:53.87] Oh boy ya here we go again
[02:55.66] In the Philippines they be eatin' man's best friend
[02:58.32] Gimme 5 to 10 county jail or state pen
[03:01.01] But the styles I be killin' off and on like trends
[03:03.75] Its the ill scripts
[03:05.54] And the Hieroglyphics
[03:06.48] Plus the scientifics... for the mind x3
[03:12.75] Phantasm of Cella Dwellas]
[03:13.69] Chapter 3
[03:24.42] Hocusin' Pocusin'
[03:27.28] I use my third eye to focus in
[03:28.13] On your crucifixion an' a psychic like Jeane Dixon pop-predictionin'
[03:31.78] Niggas better flee cuz its realm three
[03:34.45] I have a different personality
[03:36.23] So run go tell your friends, its the dwella from the cella
[03:38.07] An pop a cap of swellegant and you'll be free
[03:39.87] Mr.????? (lady voice)
[03:42.55] Like Andy Panda I'm from the luster land
[03:44.36] The Necromancer, the Indian Rain Dancer
[03:46.16] Underground its the killer clown
[03:47.95] The dopah tokah cuz I'll choke ya then I'll smoke ya
[03:51.56] Lord Digga is the big black spade in the grave and little son of Satan
[03:56.02] Master is the ace man that hooks up the beats with bass
[03:59.69] Mix between norm and the jinx
[04:01.43] And I'm the deuce in ya hand, the talk of the mass
[04:04.15] The thrilla, I eat fruit loops the cereal killa
[04:06.84] The four man dream team wreckin' all evenin' odds
[04:09.68] The deadly deck of cards dealer of the gods
[04:12.23] The extra terrifical lyrical spiritual scientifical
[04:14.92] Hypnotical and mystical intellectual poetry
[04:18.64] Made for da mind destroyin' mankind
[04:23.10]
[00:20.69] And the Hieroglyphics
[00:21.59] Plus the scientifics... for the mind x2
[00:28.73] Masta Ace?
[00:29.60] Hey yo, hey yo
[00:30.56] Open up your eyes and tell me what you see
[00:31.49] Ease on down the road with me
[00:34.17] I hold the key to the doors of your brain
[00:36.99] And mental pain was showered down like the rain
[00:39.64] From the sky, I wondered, "why did I fly
[00:42.30] To a land that was covered by sand?"
[00:44.11] And when you popped the shoes off my feet
[00:46.89] I walked through blistering heat and didn't eat
[00:49.51] For forty days until I came to a door
[00:52.22] At the bottom of a mountain by the shore
[00:54.90] My word is bond
[00:55.83] I walked in with no fear
[00:57.65] And I could hear a fat track in the rear
[01:00.30] So I slid to the source of the sound
[01:02.12] And what I found, was mad tapes all around
[01:04.82] And Kangol hats and suede pumas by the pair
[01:07.55] Then in walks this tall man with waves in his hair
[01:10.22] He didn't speak
[01:12.06] He walked over to his chair took a seat
[01:13.81] And then that stopped the beat
[01:15.69] "What's goin' on?" I say
[01:17.45] Wonderin' and wonderin', "should I stay?"
[01:21.08] With no delay he picked up his crooked click
[01:22.89] And the thick book he reached out to me and I took it quick
[01:25.55] That's what he told me to do
[01:28.24] I took it home and then I read it with my crew
[01:30.94] Okay I think that it's time we begin
[01:33.64] A(of) dreamin' we'll benefit from the chapters found within
[01:36.34] Its the ill scripts
[01:37.28] And the Hieroglyphics
[01:38.14] Plus the scientifics... for the mind x3
[01:46.21] UG (of Cella Dwellas
[01:48.17] Chapter 1
[01:50.82] I rip out your spine and play the piccolo with your vertebrae
[01:59.82] I bet this hurted way different tunes I play
[02:02.54] Tunes they open, I'm hopin', keep the rises
[02:05.26] My eyes is irritated with livid pictures
[02:08.87] Reality fades away
[02:10.69] I hear chinks are like the town chariot to all the gangs
[02:12.49] Even grapes my dagger's ready for war sharpening edges
[02:16.02] For incisions limit decisions
[02:17.82] Like bendin' prisms color form watch the rainbows
[02:20.58] Terrific and has mad flavors like skittles
[02:24.18] Slide into a pot of gold as I unfold a thought
[02:26.80] 'I kill human beings for sport'
[02:28.61] Lord Digga of Masta Ace Incorporated]
[02:30.46] Chapter 2
[02:33.14] I flex skills that are nasty like porn
[02:34.96] Bound to getcha' fucked up as they get ripped, torn
[02:36.72] Out the frame bringin' pain to ya membrane
[02:40.35] And drain ya veins 'til no blood remains
[02:43.05] Mystic brain thoughts like a gypsy
[02:45.78] Sippin' on cognac, feelin' kinda tipsy
[02:47.57] It's the mic destroya
[02:51.16] Jack's bean stalk got jacked by Goya
[02:53.87] Oh boy ya here we go again
[02:55.66] In the Philippines they be eatin' man's best friend
[02:58.32] Gimme 5 to 10 county jail or state pen
[03:01.01] But the styles I be killin' off and on like trends
[03:03.75] Its the ill scripts
[03:05.54] And the Hieroglyphics
[03:06.48] Plus the scientifics... for the mind x3
[03:12.75] Phantasm of Cella Dwellas]
[03:13.69] Chapter 3
[03:24.42] Hocusin' Pocusin'
[03:27.28] I use my third eye to focus in
[03:28.13] On your crucifixion an' a psychic like Jeane Dixon pop-predictionin'
[03:31.78] Niggas better flee cuz its realm three
[03:34.45] I have a different personality
[03:36.23] So run go tell your friends, its the dwella from the cella
[03:38.07] An pop a cap of swellegant and you'll be free
[03:39.87] Mr.????? (lady voice)
[03:42.55] Like Andy Panda I'm from the luster land
[03:44.36] The Necromancer, the Indian Rain Dancer
[03:46.16] Underground its the killer clown
[03:47.95] The dopah tokah cuz I'll choke ya then I'll smoke ya
[03:51.56] Lord Digga is the big black spade in the grave and little son of Satan
[03:56.02] Master is the ace man that hooks up the beats with bass
[03:59.69] Mix between norm and the jinx
[04:01.43] And I'm the deuce in ya hand, the talk of the mass
[04:04.15] The thrilla, I eat fruit loops the cereal killa
[04:06.84] The four man dream team wreckin' all evenin' odds
[04:09.68] The deadly deck of cards dealer of the gods
[04:12.23] The extra terrifical lyrical spiritual scientifical
[04:14.92] Hypnotical and mystical intellectual poetry
[04:18.64] Made for da mind destroyin' mankind
[04:23.10]