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[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Dark matter with the sparks scattered up above, velvet hands in the upper glove—touch Like bad double dutch, and two Amsterdam's ain't enough—D.R.U.G.S.  "Don't ruin us," God said—DROGAS—too much pride we electric slide We should be closer, like soca, not a chain, but a choker I see the sun then the clouds then the vultures, pay respects in my sensei's sculpture High as the angel on Dikembe's shoulder, eyes looking like MKUltra Redacted vision through these dark shades, bad dreams through the screens of an arcade Hangin' on the joy like the residues of heartbreak, park full of art, arteries full of parkay Beating it, like new games, easily defeating Or two gangs meeting for the evening, or two feet on a Riesling (Yeah!) slow wind Meditate until there's no mind, decorate me with shine till I go blind BDSM dominated it with no bind, safe word is "Don't stop," both, or don't go no times [Chorus: Lupe Fiasco] Proceed to the next level T.R.O.N Proceed to the next level T.R.O.N [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] Coolest, tulips; flowers, fall from the towers Like balls from Galileo to lay low, ignorance is that the world isn't ours—the gall! Give them all showers, Tony found the fountain of youth, in the mountain of powder To only find truth in the fountain, drownin' in power, surrounded with dollars The moon surrounds us like spoons moving chowder—cut—that's a misdirect To stir the soul with diseffect, names don't last like Mr. X, unless you Galilee Droppin' bowling balls on the discotheque, with a disco ball hanging 'round your neck Dance—it's a new year, every time I open my hands Thoughts moving circles and the thoughts universal, yokozunas throwing salt in the circle Sumo you up off off your turf boy, tsunami you up off your surfboard Midas turn Medusas into gold, 'fore Versace turned words into turquoise Medusa turned coke into stone with a hand on her thigh, she looked me in the eye and said— [Bridge: Lupe Fiasco + Troi + Ab-Soul] (Proceed to the next level) Come so far, seen so much T.R.O.N I cannot settle for good enough (Proceed to the next level) So I'll sweat and I'll climb T.R.O.N Until I reach my prime The forces rise and fall again Through it all, I'll reach the end (Proceed to the next level) In my eyes, there's a fire And it takes me high Uh! Yeah [Verse 3: Ab-Soul] Soulo! Shoot for the moon, even if you miss, you'll be among the stars (Space) Backstroke in my pool of thought but don't mind the sharks (Wavy) Ab-Solar-system—intergalactic soldier (Uh) Lupe say I'm a stoner—I said that I'm much bolder (Yeah) Trapped in a game where the trap is the game, yeah (Word) Scope this horror, Aquariuses make it rain here No love for Your honor—only God can judge us, if you're Islamic, Allah (God!) I've had it up to my collar with these niggas castin' stones like this Mancala (Uh) Proceed to the next level, dig that with a platinum shovel—Black magic (Black magic) Matter of fact—if matter is fact? A matter-factory is in the makin', perhaps Uh, erase your database, we race against time, no time to set a date Tetsuo & Youth-induced, too cool for school, unloose the noose and— [Chorus: Lupe Fiasco + Ab-Soul + Troi] Proceed to the next level Soul! T.R.O.N. (T.R.O.N.! T.R.O.N.! T.R.O.N.!) Proceed to the next level T.R.O.N Proceed to the next level T.R.O.N. (T.R.O.N.! T.R.O.N.! T.R.O.N.!) Proceed to the next level (T.R.O.N.! T.R.O.N.! T.R.O.N.! T.R.O.N.! T.R.O.N.!) [Outro: Troi] We're going up, we're going up Next level, next floor I'm ready for it, I've been waiting all my life (T.R.O.N., T.R.O.N.) We're going up, we're going up Next level, next floor I'm ready for it, I've been waiting all my life (T.R.O.N., T.R.O.N.) [Produced by DJ Dahi & Blood Diamonds]