They.Resurrect.Over.New.

## Song by Lupe Fiasco featuring Ab-Soul and Troi Irons

"**They.Resurrect.Over.New.**" (also abbreviated as "**T.R.O.N**") is a song by Lupe Fiasco, released as the 15th track from *Tetsuo & Youth* (2015). It features guest vocals from Ab-Soul and Troi Irons. In December 2014, he mentioned the track along with "#Cooler," suggesting a new installment for *The Cool* storyline. It is very similar title-wise to C.L. Smooth and Pete Rock's "They Reminisce Over You (T.R.O.Y.)," a song which Fiasco sampled from for "Around My Way (Freedom Ain't Free)" (2012).

## Credits and personnel

* Charles "Free Chilly" Patton – executive producer
* Chris Gehringer – mastering engineer
* Dacoury "DJ Dahi" Natche – writer, producer
* DJ Spryte – scratches
* Erik Hammer – guitar
* Hebert "Ab-Soul" Stevens – vocals, writer
* Jean-Marie Horvat – mixing engineer
* Michael "Blood Diamonds" Tucker – writer, producer
* Wasalu "Lupe Fiasco" Jaco – vocals, writer, executive producer

## Lyrics

**Lyrics**
[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

T.R.O.N

Proceed to the next level

T.R.O.N

[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*

T.R.O.N

*I cannot settle for good enough*

(Proceed to the next level)

*So I'll sweat and I'll climb*

T.R.O.N

*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*

**Uh!**

**Yeah**

[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 n\*\*\*as 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

*Soul!*

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

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.)

## References

1. ↑ Lilah, Rose (January 20, 2015). "They. Resurrect. Over. New.". *HotNewHipHop*.
2. ↑ "Lupe Fiasco (@LupeFiasco)". *Twitter*. December 18, 2014.