Back, Pt. 1

It's the mighty man coming with the ill scripture
I transcript the mixture 'till you get the picture
Coming from the time of design we got the lion in
Dinosaur master flying right past ya
Spellcaster be the mystic when I kick it
I be chilling in the blizzard with the taun taun gizzard
Moons in eclipse and the files on the climate
Eyes in the sky now my mind's the horizon
Bound to be wicked men, bound to be smoking
Down for the literary found in a focus
Travel on the X-Wing with the style that I bring aye yo we making it swing
The triple eye optics the ill measured, never tethered
Take it as a part of what you treasure
Underground burying like a pirate
We live in the light, keep the beams in sight
Keeping it bright, we keeping it bright
A.S.H upon the mic' and keep it ill alright
The mind is tight and we down to collapse
I mean we bring it like that when we counter-attack
See the stars entangled
Measure up acute like every bit of angle
Mathematics, got the tactics I brung through
See these other cats we bring them back with the kung fu
Back flip Jedi with no practise, got the tactics, high from fine axis
Laser beam flying on a comet
Riding through your atmosphere and bound to jump on it
I know you feel it, I know you get it, copacetic style as a weapon
A.S.H upon the mi'c I'm doing it great, nine lives but I think I lost eight

One time for your mind working it out
Mighty Ash upon the mic' and we're turning it out
Two times for you mind working it out
Steady on the left, steady on the right
Two time for your mind working it out
Bugsy on the beat and we're turning it out
One time for you mind working it out
Steady on the left, steady on the right

So this goes out to all the O.G vets
To every emcee I be known to respect
To every DJ from the city to the coast
To the Blue Mountains were they got the toast
To the beat makers and the BBoys rocking
Anybody representing down at The Block when we freestyle
To the old school kings, to the people in the crowd, that's the scene
To people with their headphones pumping
Playing on the court, game straight bumping
To anybody feeling the pains of oppression
Under pressure or suffer from depression
Tryna make your income work
To everybody who in their heart has been hurt
To anybody living down in the streets
When it's cold at night and you got nothing to eat
It may seem like the game is on pause
False idols holding applause
But I'm telling you the choice is yours
If we all come together we can hold these oars
I know where I came from, know where I'm headed
And I'm speaking my mind with no vetting
Sometimes I'm in the spiderweb vines
That be holding me energy and stealing my time
But I lift off, we on the runway and we can take off
If everybody just came right through like that
And we can counter-attack the black and make contact

One time for your mind working it out
Mighty Ash upon the mic' and we're turning it out
Two time for you mind working it out
Steady on the left, steady on the right
Two time for your mind working it out
Bugsy on the beat and we're turning it out
Two time for you mind working it out
Steady on the left, steady on the right