Next Levels (feat. 4 Winds, Lil' Sci & Stahhr)

One, two, one, two, yes 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 actual I 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 calendar Define 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 steps We 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 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 white collar high styling Verge jocking the side, dodgin' mirages Conquer 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 throat So you know how we go down yo Struck from the ghetto yo, medal throw Settle the dough, live showbiz The cannonball, weapon, men and 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, overstanding the plan Bar skin, then a streets watch timex clocks Punchless on the dot five Minutes to rot So we blew blocks, 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 star would never shine Pops duke, focus with a hawk's eye view I'm all that, a plaintain, and some Ital stew Gettin' spinach, British, ATL upon this Even 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 passion That's just the way it had been, raw with umbilical cords strapped To Korgs, 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'd We have a snake to catch