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Yokozuna's don't saw in a circle\n  Sumo you up off off your turf boy\n  Tsunami you up off your surfboard\n  [?] Medusa in the go\n  'Fore Versace turned words into turquoise\n  Medusa turned coke into stone\n  With a hand on her thigh, she looked me in the eye and said\n  Proceed to the next level\n  Sounds so far, seems so much\n  (Tron)\n  I cannot settle for good enough\n  So I'll sweat and I'll climb until I reach my prime\n  (Proceed to the next level)\n  The forces rise and fall again\n  Throw it up, will I reach the end\n  In my eyes, there's a fire and it takes me high\n  Uh\n  Soulo!\n  Shoot for the moon, even if you miss you'll be among the stars\n  (space)\n  Backstroke in my pool of thought but don't mind the sharks (wavy)\n  Ab-solar system intergalactic soldier\n  Lupe say I'ma stoner, I say that I'm much bolder\n  Trapped in a game where the trap is the game\n  Scope this horror, aquarius's make it rain here\n  No love for your honor, only God can judge us\n  If your 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