Now before you go and ask
yo what up with the mask
ya better know that I’m hella old;
way back before the bronx and Bambaataa was on
me and my peeps sing a song long gone
and yet present
I believe they call ‘em Medicine Men
and Women
enter the place with the paint on they face
Say a chant get a vision, drum hittin, and dance
wisdom unwritten
In the mask of the past I force-fitted my form
you know me
But you forgot
It’s time to brainstorm cuz the story is not contained
by any retail store
machine lords starting to rust,
Metal sword, get it and bust
A double-edged tongue, 7-star fisticuffs
I ain’t civilized nor born sick with the lust
for demon money
Raw honey in my tea
my tongue light a fire spark like a zippo lighter
Apart band, a martian invader beta-wave rider
a dope writer
A four-fold ripper a storm flipper
the five-dimensional DZA
A mischievous spirit-world-walkin critter

Once again it’s the man with the magical mask
Medicine Man
and I think (ya betta recognize)

I remember days in the dark
The scar, the mark, the black dragon heart
coal carbon convert martyr
verse beyond market
I curse never
My worst weather is wet
go in the sweat lodge for the dreaming we get
From red to black skin, everything in the center,
I haven’t quite figured out what up with the uhhh...
Still I forgive ‘em
I won’t gestate lead for revenge
but if ya can’t recognize and respect
ya gotta go to ya own zone
Ride till the tires is blown
Unified field, every place is my home,
every face, my own
Crack a smile homie, 
it won’t hurt, I promise
Try it, it work
This work shit is the worst shit
evil master plan
The boss class
can go terraform another planet
and live in your gated community there
We don’t care
but
We don’t want ya fuckin it up for us, we got
rhymes to bust
dutches to roll
Clutchin a cold brew like it got the antidote in it
crash the bottle upon the wall when it finished

(hook)

Like Mabel McKay and Black E.L.K.
I’m medicinal,
curing civilization disease, a healer
A freestyle speakin-in-tongues keeper of secrets
I say ‘em plain out
brain about a level beyond
Dip in a pond of the sacred song and bomb
on the mic rockin
they can’t stop it
Ey yo they would if they could
So have no delusions of who the real enemy be
psychic machine institution of dream grids
they use and abuse humans
A fuel battery, I come unplugged
somethin is up with the dude
Monkey be rude
a savage by-hand-eater
Etiquette is only good to smash
clear out the pieces of Babylon from my dreams
flam-blaze magazines
Toss any piece of fiction with a cop in it off the bat
I ain’t about domination fantasy rape
so Officer McClane
You can take a smooch on my whole booty
I got a duty for human recruiting
cuz without our belief
the evil disappear and leave beauty