Dark matter with the sparks up above Velvet hands in the glove, touch Like bad dutch And two Amsterdam's enough, d.r.u.g.s "Don't us, God said", #DROGAS Too pride we electric slide, we should be closer Like soda, changed but a chola I see the sun the clouds then the vultures Pay in my sensei's sculpture as the angel on the Dikembe's shoulder Eyes looking MKUltra We the vision through these dark shades Bad through the screens of an arcade on the joy like the residues of heartbreak Park of art, arteries full of parquet 'Bedient like new games, defeating Or two gangs for the evening Or two on a Riesling, slow wind Meditate to the mind Decorate me with shine till I go BDSM it with no bind Safe word is stop, both or don't go no times
to the next level (Tron) Proceed to the next (Tron)
Coolest, tulips, flowers, fall the towers Like galls Galileo to lay low Ignorance that the isn't ours, the God Give all showers found the fountain of youth, in the mountain of power To only find in the fountain, drowning in power Surrounded with The moon us like spoons moving chowder Cut, that's a mis-direct to stir the soul with Names don't last Mr. X you Galilee dropping bowling balls on the discotheque With a disco ball hanging your neck Dance, it's a new Every I open my hands Thoughts moving circles and the thoughts don't throw salt in a circle Sumo you up off off turf boy Tsunami you up off surfboard [?] in the go 'Fore Versace turned words into Medusa turned into stone With a on her thigh, she looked me in the eye and said Proceed to the level
Sounds so far, seems so I cannot settle for good So I'll sweat and I'll climb until I my prime The forces rise and fall Throw it up, I reach the end In my eyes, a fire and it takes me high
Uh Soulo! for the moon, even if you miss you'll be among the stars (space) Backstroke in my pool of but don't mind the sharks (wavy) Ab-solar system soldier say I'ma stoner, I say that I'm much bolder Trapped in a game where the trap is the Scope this horror, aquarius's it rain here No love for your honor, God can judge us If you're Islamic, Allah, had enough to my collar With these niggas castin' stones like Mancala Proceed to the next level, dig that with a platinum Black magic, matter of fact, if matter is A factory is in the making perhaps Uh, erase your We race against time, no time to set a and youth induced Too for school, unloose the noose and
Proceed to the next (Tron)
Next level, next I'm for it been waiting all my life Tron, We're up, we're going up Next level, next