text: Oh
  Yall ready to travel with us?
  NASA
  Busta Bus
  The mind is a dangerous place
  You can clean it up if you fall from grace
  So Don’t Give Up
  No Don’t Give Up
  The mind is a dangerous place
  You can clean it up if you fall from grace
  So Don’t Give Up
  No Don’t Give Up
  Rush of blood to the head
  Walk through the fire rings of Crimson and Red
  I never fold til my body grows cold
  I close my eyes and I lose all control
  No need to look any further
  If you seek you will find
  The truth is you will ponder them deeper thoughts in your mind
  So undefeated only thing left to conquer is time
  Ya see me at the top of every mountain I climb
  And then I leave my mark like on every piece of paper I sign
  Like I’m writing a Bible my every word is divine
  And never will give up that’s why we always stick with the grind
  And if I get better with time I’ll know Im reaching my prime
  Ya wanna front 
  Turn up and get buck 
  Now with a blunt 
  Roll up do what you want and throw it up 
  See the clique they here the cut a yo wassup 
  Yeah we out, tearing shit up
  And speaking to the universe I wish the sound could travel faster
  Talking to galaxies that’s why I’m traveling with NASA
  With Sia riding shotgun and she even brought her pastor
  In case you don’t believe a word I said then you can ask her
  Oh
  The mind is a dangerous place
  You can clean it up if you fall from grace
  So Don’t Give Up
  No Don’t Give Up
  The mind is a dangerous place
  You can clean it up if you fall from grace
  So Don’t Give Up
  No Don’t Give Up
  Rush of blood to the head
  Walk through the fire rings of crimson and red
  I never fold til my body grows cold
  I close my eyes and I lose all control
  I can’t give up through the public slander
  Attacks in the media
  They try to bury me like Hoffa under the stadium
  I rose from ashes dust to dust
  You know the scenario Spiegel & Busta Bus
  Fuck with us, the flow is unfuckwitable
  All critics jump off the genitals please
  Laughing to the bank through the ridicule
  He has a problem like Apollo 13
  A man on a mission
  Playing like a pro through the anti-depressants
  My mind is a weapon
  Yeah I might got a couple screws loose
  Sam slow the beat down like Screw Juice
  Quicker than the competition
  I saw the future when they lost the vision
  I give em hell but i never give in
  The God fell from grace to be newly risen
  The mind is a dangerous place
  You can clean it up if you fall from grace
  So Don’t Give Up
  No Don’t Give Up
  The mind is a dangerous place
  You can clean it up if you fall from grace
  So Don’t Give Up
  No Don’t Give Up