Released: January 20, 2015

Featuring: Troi Irons Ab-Soul

Songwriter: Lupe Fiasco DJ Dahi BloodPop®

Producer: BloodPop® DJ Dahi

[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
Proceed to the next level

[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
I cannot settle for good enough
(Proceed to the next level)
So I'll sweat and I'll climb
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

[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
T.R.O.N. (T.R.O.N.! T.R.O.N.! T.R.O.N.!)
Proceed to the next level
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]

Lupe Fiasco

The Chicago born Wasalu Muhammad Jaco first tasted success when he featured on Kanye West’s hit “Touch the Sky”, a track that shortly preceded his real breakout, his 2006 debut album Lupe Fiasco’s Food & Liquor, and he never looked back. He has established himself as one of the greatest urban wordsmiths of all time, with Genius even dubbing him the ‘Proust of Rap’.

While he’s now regarded of one of the 21st Century’s Hip-Hop greats, he wasn’t always a fan of the genre, initially disliking it due to the prominence of vulgarity and misogyny within it. In his late teens, he aspired to make it as a lyricist. In his early twenty’s, he met Jay-Z, who helped him sign with Atlantic Records in 2005. The following year, he released his debut album (Lupe Fiasco’s Food & Liquor), which was met with acclaim from fans and critics alike, as did his sophomore effort, Lupe Fiasco’s The Cool.

The following eight years of his career saw far less output than many would’ve anticipated. This can be partly attributed to his struggles with Atlantic Records. The executives wanted him to sign a 360 deal; however, as he refused to do so they instead shelved his already completed 3rd album, Lasers, and wouldn’t promote him as they had previously. The overseers at the label also interfered with his music (as they had tried to do with his fan-favorite track “Dumb it Down”); subsequently effecting the quality and sound of his third and fourth albums.