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