Next Levels Songtext
von King Geedorah

One, two, one, two, yes
Yo, it′s King Gheedra, combined with the forces of Nihitha
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
Scientists 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 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, white collar, high-styling
Preferred jog on the side, dodgin' mirages

Conquer the vibe, hunger lurks
Nine to five work saga, God bless the life
Father trife, travel the light
Balance the globe of life
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 you, catch this


Fascist through the atlas, first class diplomatic status
Stagma flag, then overstanding the plan
Barscan identify, camera shots, streets watch
Timex clocks, punch lunch on the dot
Five minutes to rock
So we blew blocks, crews
It′s old news, it's how we do

I'ma 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 plaintain, and some Ital stew
Gettin′ spinach, British, ATL to Venice
Even Abercrombie figures open of this verbal elixir
Magnetic attraction, raw as Millie Jackson
Straight open in the captions
Here comes the Hix and Braxtons

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 disc files
Sharper than needles, found no IVs for the feeble
Ya'll fiending for the sequel and the beat′s not even EQ'd

We have a snake to catch