This is a song about "Another level"

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Ignorance is only bliss on a primitive level

You're level two i'm level eight we don't equate

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

For him to be resurrected and get to another level

Can't share another laugh, another kiss another clash

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

This is another level of lyrical destruction.

Way above there level

As i light one for ill will

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

The mouthpiece is proper his brain is on another level