Next Levels (Feat Lil' Sci, ID 4 Winds & Stahhr) Lyrics

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Yo, it's King Gheedra, combined with the forces of nine ether
Blowing woofers and tweeters, shaking syllable meaning
Disaster's cataclysmic, mystic natural, it's about time
We hit you with some substance that's actualI got a gift call, hip-hop prophecy, says 2003
Ends the reign of the jiggy MC
No more roaming on this planet like scavengers
Sciences broke the code of the Gregorian calendarDefine laws and space in time, trying to trace my lines
Hold up, respect the architect
Digital rollin', my whole crew roll with VS
Type to master this whole universe in three stepsWe stretch across the equator with something major
Universal rhyme tones, tamper with ya time zone
Minds blown by the millions jus' for the feeling
Hip-hop, it just don't stop until I make a killingNah, 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 upWell, I'm colliding with the mind of a survivor
Surviving, uncover the time brother

The high volume white collar high styling
Verge jocking the side, dodgin' miragesConquer the vibe, hunger lurks
Nine to five work saga, God bless the life
Father trife, crawl for the light, pounding the globe on sight
Vocal pimpin', it's throatSo you know how we go down yo
Struck from the ghetto yo, medal throw
Settle the dough, live showbiz
The cannonball, weapon, men and armsFour section, super intelligence, balance
Benevolent, stinging nettle medicine
Crouch tiger, dragon, craftmatic
Watch ya back, if, catch thisFascist through the atlas, first class diplomatic status
Stagma flag, overstanding the plan
Bar skin, then a [unverified] streets watch timex clocks
[Unverified] punchless [unverified] on the dot fiveMinutes to rot
So we blew blocks, crews
It's old news how we doI'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 mindThinking star would never shine
Pops duke, focus with a hawk's eye view
I'm all that, a plaintain, and some Ital stew
Gettin' spine ache, British, ATL upon thisEven avitronic figures be thumpin' off over this verbal elixir
Magnetic attraction, raw, nearly Jacksons
Straight open in the caption, here comes the Hix and Braxton's
Lyrical contraction, delivery reaction, it started with a passionThat's just the way it had been, raw with umbilical cords strapped
A corpse, won't drop a curse, while mustard hit this spouse?
Sharp with a needle, try to reach the people
Ya'll fiending for the sequel and the beat's not even EQ'dWe have a snake to catch
Songwriters
DANIEL THOMPSONPublished by
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