Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Next Levels, artist - King Geedorah. Album song Take Me To Your Leader, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.06.2003
Record label: Big Dada
Song language: English
Next Levels |
| 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 timezone |
| 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 getto yo, medal throw |
| Settle the dough, live showbizz |
| The cannonbal, 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 everytime 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’spinache, British, ATL upin 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 |
| Y’all fiending for the sequel and the beat’s not even EQ’d… |
| «WE have a snake to catch!» |