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Dark matter with the sparks scattered up
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 we electric slide, we should be closer
Like soda, changed but a chola
I see the sun then the then the vultures
Pay respects in my sculpture
High as the angel on the shoulder
looking like MKUltra
We deck the vision these dark shades
Bad dreams through the of an arcade
Hangin' on the joy like the residues of
Park full of art, arteries full of
like new games, easily defeating
Or two gangs for the evening
Or two feet on a Riesling, wind
to the slow mind
Decorate me with shine till I go
BDSM dominated it with no
Safe word is don't stop, both or go no times

Proceed to the next
(Tron)
Proceed to the next
(Tron)

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

Sounds so far, seems so
I settle for good enough
So I'll sweat and I'll climb I reach my prime
The forces rise and fall
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 you'll be among the (space)
Backstroke in my pool of thought but don't the sharks (wavy)
system intergalactic soldier
Lupe say 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, only God can us
If you're Islamic, Allah, had enough to my collar
these niggas castin' stones like this Mancala
Proceed to the next level, dig that a platinum shovel
Black magic, of fact, if matter is fact
A matter factory is in the making
Uh, erase your
We race against time, no to set a date
and youth induced
Too cool for school, the noose and

to the next level (Tron)

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