Next Levels

1, 2 ,1, 2, yes!

Yo, it's King Geedorah, combined with the forces of nine ether

Blowing woofers and tweeters, shaking syllable meters

Disaster's cataclysmic, mystic natural

It's about time we hit y'all with some substance that's actual

I got a gift call, hip-hop prophecy

Since 2003 ends the reign of the jiggy MC

No more roaming on this planet like scavengers

Scientists broke the code of the Gregorian calendar

Defying laws of space and time

Trying to trace my lines, hold up, respect the architect

Digital Roland, my whole crew roll with VS

Type to master this whole universe in three steps

We stretch across the equator with something major

Universal rhyme tones, tamper with ya time zone

Minds blown by the millions just for the feeling

Hip-hop, it just don't stop until I make a killing

Nah I'm kidding, but for real

The world ain't the same no more

Take your life to next level or remain no more

Take your life to next level or remain no more

Word up, word up

Well I'm colliding with the mind of a

Survivor surviving, uncover the time brother

The high volume wide column, Height slalom

Preferred jog on the side

Dodgin' mirages, conquer the vibe, hunger lurks

Nine to five work saga, God bless the life

Father trife, travel to light

Balance the globe off life, vocal pimpin' it's throat

So you know how we go down yo

Struggle in the ghetto yo

Metal throat, settle the dough, live showbiz

The cannonball, weapon, Man At Arms

Four section, super intelligence, balance

Benevolent, stinging nettle medicine

Crouch tiger, dragon, craftmatic

Watch ya back, if, catch this

Fascist through the atlas, first class diplomatic status

Stagma flag, then overstanding the plan

Bar scan, identify camera shots

Streets watch, Timex clocks

Punch lunch on the dot, five minutes to rock

So we blue-block crews, it's old news how we do

I'm a drop one rhyme, for every time I cross the thin line

Between yours and mine, see, it's part of my design

Shifting paradigm, Yin and yang combined

Must be out ya mind thinking Stahhr would never shine

Props due, focus with a hawk's eye view

I'm all that, a plantain, and some Ital stew

Gettin' spinach, British, ATL to Venice

Even Abercrombie figures open off of this verb elixir

Magnetic attraction, raw as Millie Jackson

Straight open in the caption, here comes the Hicks and Braxton's

Lyrical contraction, delivery reaction

It started with a passion, that's just the way it happened

Born with umbilical cords strapped to Korgs

Won’t drop a Kurzweil hustling Zip disk files

Sharp with the needles, found no IV's for the feeble

Y'all fiending for the sequel and the beat's not even EQ'd

"We have a snake to catch!"