4 Da Mind

Its the ill scripts

And the Hieroglyphics

Plus the scientifics...for the mind x2

Verse 1: Masta Ace?

Hey yo, hey yo

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 was showered down like the rain

From the sky, I wondered, "why did I fly

To a land that was covered by sand?"

And when you popped the shoes off 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 bond

I walked in with no fear

And I could hear a fat track in the rear

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 tall man with waves in his hair

He didn't speak

He walked over to his chair took a seat

And then that stopped the beat

"What's goin' on?" I say

Wonderin' and wonderin', "should I stay?"

With no delay he picked up his crooked click

And the 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

A(of) dreamin' we'll benefit from the chapters found within

Its the ill scripts

And the Hieroglyphics

Plus the scientifics...for the mind x3

Verse 2: UG (of Cella Dwellas

Chapter 1

I rip out your spine and play the piccolo with your vertebrae

I bet this hurted way different tunes I play

Tunes they open, I'm hopin', keep the rises

My eyes is irritated with livid pictures

Reality fades away

I hear chinks are like the town chariot to all the gangs

Even grapes my dagger's ready for war sharpening edges

For incisions limit decisions

Like bendin' prisms color form watch the rainbows

Terrific and has mad flavors like skittles

Slide into a pot of gold as I unfold a thought

'I kill human beings for sport'

[Verse 3: Lord Digga of Masta Ace Incorporated]

Chapter 2

I flex skills that are nasty like porn

Bound to getcha' fucked up as they get ripped, torn

Out the frame bringin' pain to ya membrane

And drain ya veins 'til no blood remains

Mystic brain thoughts like a gypsy

Sippin' on cognac, feelin' kinda tipsy

It's the mic destroya

Jack's bean stalk got jacked by Goya

Oh boy ya here we go again

In the Philippines they be eatin' man's best friend

Gimme 5 to 10 county jail or state pen

But the styles I be killin' off and on like trends

Its the ill scripts

And the Hieroglyphics

Plus the scientifics...for the mind x3

[Verse 4: Phantasm of Cella Dwellas]

Chapter 3

Hocusin' Pocusin'

I use my third eye to focus in

On your crucifixion an' a psychic like Jeane Dixon pop-predictionin'

Niggas better flee cuz its realm three

I have a different personality

So run go tell your friends, its the dwella from the cella

An pop a cap of swellegant and you'll be free

Mr. ????? (lady voice)

Like Andy Panda I'm from the luster land

The Necromancer, the Indian Rain Dancer

Underground its the killer clown

The dopah tokah cuz I'll choke ya then I'll smoke ya

Lord Digga is the big black spade in the grave and little son of Satan

Master is the ace man that hooks up the beats with bass

Mix between norm and the jinx

And I'm the deuce in ya hand, the talk of the mass

The thrilla, I eat fruit loops the cereal killa

The four man dream team wreckin' all evenin' odds

The deadly deck of cards dealer of the gods

The extra terrifical lyrical spiritual scientifical

Hypnotical and mystical intellectual poetry

Made for da mind destroyin' mankind