4 da mind chords by Masta Ace
Intro 1
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Fm
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It's the ill scripts and the hiero
Verse 1
Am
Gm
Fm
glyphics of the scientifics for the mind.
Gm
It's the ill scripts and the hiero
Am
Gm
glyphics of the scientifics
Fm
F
Hey yo, hey yo,
Gm
Em
Am
Gm
open up your eyes and tell me what you see
Fm
Ease on down the road with me
Em
A
I hold the key to the doors
of your brain
Gm
And mental pain will shower
Fm
down like the rain
Gm
Em
A
Gm
From the sky, I wonder why did I fly
Fm
To a land that was covered by sand
Gm
Em
Am
And with improper shoes on my feet
Gm
I walked through blistering
Fm
heat and didn't eat
Em
Am
Gm
For forty days, until I came to a door
At the bottom of a mountain
Fm
by the shore
F
Em
Am
Gm
My word is law, I walked in with no fear
Fm
And I could hear a fat track in the rear
F
E
Am
Gm
And so I slid to the source of the sound
And what I found was
Fm
mad tapes all around
And
Gm
Em
A
Am
Kengo hats and suede plumas by the pair
Gm
Then in walks this old
Fm
man with waves in his hair
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E
He didn't speak,
A
he walked over to his chair
Gm
And took a seat,
Fm
and then that stopped the beat
Em
A
Gm
What's going on I say,
blundering and wondering
Fm
F
Should I stay or no delay
E
A
Am
He picked up his crooked stick
Gm
and a thick book
Fm
He reached out to me and I took it quick
Gm
Em
Am
That's what he told me to do
Gm
I took it home and then I
Fm
read it with my crew
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E
A
Am
Okay, I think that it's time we begin
Gm
Now three men will read from the
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F
chapters found within
Gm
It's the ill scripts and
A
the hieroglyphics
Gm
Fm
Plus the scientifics for the mind
Gm
It's the ill scripts and
Am
the hieroglyphics
Gm
Fm
Plus the scientifics for the mind
Gm
It's the ill scripts and
Am
the hieroglyphics
Gm
It's
Fm
What's the scientifics for the mind?
Gm
It's the ill scripts and
Am
the hieroglyphics
Gm
Fm
What's the scientifics for the mind?
Gm
Chapter one,
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D
I rip out your spine and play the piccolo
Gm
With your vertebrae,
Fm
we're bent a certain way
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E
Different tunes are played,
A
tombs stay open
Gm
I'm hoping the kingdom rises
Fm
Gm
Em
My eye is irritated with vivid pictures
Am
Gm
Reality fades away, I hear chants
Fm
I ride through town on a chari
Em
A
ot of army ants eating grapes
Gm
My neck is creased before
I'm sharpening edges
Fm
Gm
For incisions, never decisions,
Em
Am
like bends and prisms
Gm
Colorful form,
Fm
watch the rainbow, it's a riddle
Em
It has mad flavors like
Skittles
Am
Gm
So slide into the pod of gold,
F
as I unfold my thoughts
Gm
I kill human beings for
Am
Gm
Fm
sports
Gm
Am
Gm
I flex skills that are nasty like corn
Bound to get you fucked up, better
Fm
get ripped torn
Gm
Out the frame,
A
Gm
bring your pain to your membrane
And drain your veins till
F
no blood remains
Gm
Em
A
Am
Mystic brain, thoughts like a gypsy
Gm
Fm
Sippin' on cognac, feelin' kinda tipsy
Gm
It's the
A
Mike
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Destroyer
Fm
Jack's being stalked, got jacked by
Goya
Gm
Em
A
Gm
Oh, boya, here we go again
In the
Philippines, baby eatin'
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man's best friend
Gm
Give me five to ten,
Am
Gm
county jail or state pen
But the stars I be killin',
Fm
Gm
off and on like trend
Am
It's the ill scripts and the hieroglyphics
Gm
Fm
Plus the scientifics for the mind
Gm
Am
It's the ill -squipped and the hieroglyphics,
Gm
Fm
plus the scientifics, for the mark.
Gm
Am
It's the ill -squipped and the hieroglyphics,
Gm
Fm
plus the scientifics, for the mark.
Gm
Am
It's the ill -squipped and the hieroglyphics,
Gm
Fm
plus the scientifics, for the mark.
Gm
Chapter 3
Em
A
Am
Hocus in, pocus in,
Gm
Fm
I use my third eye to focus in on your crucifixion
Gm
And I psychic like
Gene
A
Gm
Dixon in my prediction
Fm
And niggas better flee cause in
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Realm 3 I have a different
Am
personality
Gm
It's the dweller from the
Sullivan
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Fm
Watch me cast my spell
Gm
again and you'll be
screaming
Mr.
A
Pelican
Like
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Andy
Panda, I'm from the lost
Atlanta
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F
Gm
The necromancer, the
Em
Am
Indian rain dancer
Gm
Underground is the killer clown
Fm
The joker poker,
cause he'll choke ya, then
Em
he'll smoke ya
Am
Lord
Gm
Jigga is the big black
Fm
spade in the grading
Gm
Little son of
Am
Gm
Satan, master is the acin'
F
That hooks up the beats with bassin'
Fm
Fixed between
Gm
Norman and
Jason
Am
Gm
And I'm the deuce in your hand,
the tool to
the man
Fm
The thriller, I eat
Froot
Gm
Loops, the serial killer,
Am
Gm
the four -man dream team
Fm
Wrecking all evils in awe, the deli -decker cars,
Gm
dealing with the gods
The extra -terrifical, lyrical, spiritual,
Gm
scientifical, hypnotical and mystical
Gm
Intellectual poetry, made for the mind,
Gm
Am
Gm
destroying mankind
Fm
Gm
Am
Gm
Fm
Gm
Am
Gm
You
4 da mind
Masta ace
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