[Intro]
Yeah, I hope you enjoyed the album
People ask me, will I ever do a Type 4?
Well, let’s see if we can resume course

Yeah, yo, thank you for listening, I’ll see you there, yeah, rhymelord

[Verse 1]
Back on the bridge, before they make our vision a victim
Set course, we heading out of this system
Go to warp, we’ll leave it behind us with no remorse
Our thinking kind, and how we defies a show of force
Away from these lames, games, and shucksters
Aim for the clusters, back to alien megastructures
We chose your world to liven it up
When you saw those stars streaking across the sky, that was us
Now we resume course
True unfortunate scene, that you’d ignore such a means
Wither newer methods are deemed on how we presume force
Only vacuum awaits, the true numbering space populus are smack to the face
Yet you cast us away
No more waiting for these apes to evolve past
Their simple minded thinking and prejudices of long last
None of this squabble we have time fo’
On a mission in pursuit of the rhymelords
[Chorus]
To think any of this is possible
They’ll see reaching it as improbable
Thus our heading is where the knowledge blows
Heavy on the scale where ascension just isn’t optional
Only information would lead us here
An accomplishment just to be this near
We know most races don't reach this
If you think that you can make it up to, then I’ll see you there

[Interlude 1]
Revealing all you wanted to see
No galaxies left to consume, yet we hunger and feast
Eras way too long to perceive
And in that time became the ancients that we wanted to meet
Naked but the summer[?] complete[?]
Stayed awake and served with death while we slumber in peace
Commit mine for the rich find
Attempt climb without the knowledge and get stripped fine
Amidst primes, one with nth time
Ascend higher while you sit by

[Verse 2]
Iron star era
Where everything within my skill is by in large better
I am gone severed
To an age where only rap is divine, where the masters align
Separated by a chasm of time
...Gone is the death, scarcity and worship
Gone is the flesh, or if you desire to—make it perfect
Cause and effect, will suspend as practice
Haven’t solved for entropy yet, then you don’t have the access
Multitudes of lives immersed in the fates
Subjective experience is lived in virtual space
A task to repel, we’re glad to be well
A civilization sustained by collapsed gravity wells
All extropian, dare I call it utopian
No longer hangin’ by if their masses don’t get their opium
Only rhymelords and entropic survive it
It’s type 4 with us passing over the cosmic horizon
[Chorus]

[Interlude 2]
Primed for the quick rise
From this point it’s rhymelord known to flip lime
Commit mine for the rich find
Attempt climb without the knowledge and get stripped fine
Amidst primes, one with nth time
Ascend higher while you sit by

[Interlude 1]

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Then I'll see you there x3