Dark matter the sparks scattered up above Velvet in the upper glove, touch bad double dutch And two ain't enough, d.r.u.g.s "Don't ruin us, God said", Too much pride we electric slide, we be closer Like soda, nothin' changed but a I see the sun the clouds then the vultures Pay respects in my sensei's High as the angel on the Dikembe's Eyes looking MKUltra We deck the vision through these dark Bad through the screens of an arcade Hangin' on the joy like the residues of Park full of art, full of parquet 'Bedient like new games, defeating Or two gangs for the evening Or two feet on a Riesling, wind to the slow mind Decorate me shine till I go blind BDSM it with no bind Safe word is stop, both or don't go no times
Proceed to the level (Tron) Proceed to the next (Tron)
Coolest, tulips, flowers, from the towers galls from Galileo to lay low Ignorance that the world ours, the God them all showers Toni found the fountain of youth, in the of power To find truth in the fountain, drowning in power with dollars The moon surrounds us like moving chowder Cut, a mis-direct to stir the soul with dis-effect Names last like Mr. X Unless you Galilee dropping balls on the discotheque With a disco ball hanging 'round neck Dance, a new year Every time I open my Thoughts moving and the thoughts universal Yokozuna's don't salt in a circle you up off off your turf boy Tsunami you up off your [?] in the go 'Fore Versace turned words into Medusa turned coke into With a hand on her thigh, she me in the eye and said to the next level
Sounds so far, seems so I cannot settle for good So I'll sweat and I'll climb I reach my prime The forces and fall again Throw it up, I reach the end In my eyes, there's a fire and it me high
Uh Soulo! Shoot for the moon, even if you miss be among the stars (space) Backstroke in my pool of thought but mind the sharks (wavy) system intergalactic soldier Lupe say I'ma stoner, I say that I'm much Trapped in a game where the is the game Scope this horror, aquarius's make it rain No love for honor, only God can judge us If you're Islamic, Allah, had enough to my collar With these niggas castin' stones like this Proceed to the next level, dig that a platinum shovel Black magic, matter of fact, if is fact A matter factory is in the making Uh, your database We race against time, no to set a date and youth induced Too for school, unloose the noose and
to the next level (Tron)
Next level, floor I'm for it I've been waiting all my Tron, We're up, we're going up Next level, floor