Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song They.Resurrect.Over.New., artist - Lupe Fiasco. Album song Tetsuo & Youth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.01.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 1st & 15th, Atlantic
Song language: English
They.Resurrect.Over.New. |
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 soda, nothin' changed but a chola |
I see the sun then the clouds then the vultures |
Pay respects in my sensei’s sculpture |
High as the angel on the 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 parquet |
Beating it, like new games, easily defeating |
Or two gangs meeting for the evening |
Or two feet on a Riesling, 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 |
Proceed to the next level |
(Tron) |
Proceed to the next level |
(Tron) |
Coolest, tulips, flowers, fall from the towers |
Like balls from Galileo to lay low |
Ignorance 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, drowning in power |
Surrounded with dollars |
The moon surrounds us like spoons moving chowder |
Cut, that’s a mis-direct to stir the soul with dis-effect |
Names don’t last like Mr. X |
Unless you Galilee dropping 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 |
Yokozuna’s dthrowing 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 |
Proceed to the next level |
Come so far, seen so much |
(Tron) |
I cannot settle for good enough |
So I’ll sweat and I’ll climb until I reach my prime |
(Proceed to the next level) |
The forces rise and fall again |
Through it all, I’ll reach the end |
In my eyes, there’s a fire and it takes me high |
Uh |
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 |
Lupe say I’ma stoner, I said that I’m much bolder |
Trapped in a game where the trap is the game |
Scope this horror, Aquariuses make it rain here |
No love for your honor, only God can judge us |
If you’re Islamic, Allah, I’ve had enough to my collar |
With these niggas castin' stones like this Mancala |
Proceed to the next level, dig that with a platinum shovel |
Black magic, matter of fact, if matter is fact |
A matter factory is in the making 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 |
We’re going up, we’re going up |
Next level, next floor |
I’m ready for it |
I’ve been waiting all my life |
Tron, Tron |
We’re going up, we’re going up |
Next level, next floor |
I’m ready for it, I’ve been waiting all my life |