Next Levels Lyrics - Singles - King Geedorah

1, 2 1, 2 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 [unverified] streets watch timex clocks 

[Unverified] punchless [unverified] 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' spine ache, 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 

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'd 

We have a snake to catch