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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