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Dark matter the sparks scattered up above
Velvet hands in the upper glove,
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 then the clouds then the
Pay in my sensei's sculpture
High as the angel on the shoulder
Eyes like MKUltra
We the vision through these dark shades
Bad dreams through the of an arcade
Hangin' on the joy like the residues of
Park of art, arteries full of parquet
'Bedient new games, easily defeating
Or two gangs for the evening
Or two feet on a Riesling, slow
Meditate to the mind
Decorate me with till I go blind
BDSM it with no bind
word is don't stop, both or don't go no times

Proceed to the level
(Tron)
Proceed to the level
(Tron)

Coolest, tulips, flowers, from the towers
Like galls Galileo to lay low
that the world isn't ours, the God
Give them all
Toni found the fountain of youth, in the of power
To find truth in the fountain, drowning in power
Surrounded dollars
The moon surrounds us spoons moving chowder
Cut, a mis-direct to stir the soul with dis-effect
don't last like Mr. X
Unless you Galilee bowling balls on the discotheque
With a disco hanging 'round your neck
Dance, it's a new
Every time I open my
Thoughts moving circles and the universal
don't throw salt in a circle
Sumo you up off off your boy
you up off your surfboard
[?] in the go
Versace turned words into turquoise
Medusa turned coke stone
With a hand on her thigh, she looked me in the eye and
Proceed to the level

so far, seems so much
I cannot for good enough
So I'll sweat and I'll climb I reach my prime
The rise and fall again
Throw it up, I reach the end
In my eyes, there's a and it takes me high

Uh
Soulo!
Shoot for the moon, if you miss you'll be among the stars (space)
Backstroke in my pool of but don't mind the sharks (wavy)
system intergalactic soldier
Lupe say I'ma stoner, I say that I'm much
Trapped in a game where the trap is the
Scope this horror, aquarius's it rain here
No for your honor, only God can judge us
If you're Islamic, Allah, had enough to my collar
With these niggas castin' stones like this
to the next level, dig that with a platinum shovel
Black magic, matter of fact, if is fact
A matter factory is in the perhaps
Uh, erase database
We against time, no time to set a date
and youth induced
Too for school, unloose the noose and

Proceed to the level (Tron)

Next level, floor
I'm for it
I've been waiting all my
Tron,
We're going up, going up
level, next floor