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With A Little Help From My Friends

Every Single Day-OCD Moosh & Twist

Ugly - EVERYDAY Ft  KYLE And Mr  Man

A song inspired by my new life in LA. 

Produced by Latryx. (Original song - "Lady Don't Tek No.")
 

Money Went Hollywood

Problem (Feat. Patrick Buckley)

No Limits ft. Moody (Prod. StretchBeatz)

The first single off of the "Evolved" Mixtape, OUT NOW!!

Never Rest [feat. Arizona Zervas] (Prod. LOUD)

Missing Pieces

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On My Job

All Evening

Just What I Am G-Boaty(feat. Ryan Boatwright)

Kinetics and Chris Webby collaborate for the second time on a song called "Game Over." Produced by Rob The Viking, "Game Over" is featured on Kinetics's new mixtape entitled "With A Little Help From My Friends."


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Lyrics:

[Kinetics]:
I'm a nutball, I walk in a label and scream, "Fuck y'all"
Fuck a pub deal, I would rather be at a pub crawl 			
And moreover, a natural born soldier 
That'll come to life like that bullet out the Korn poster     		
See, I was born sober, but know that I'll die twisted 
I smoke every five minutes, now both of my eyes squinted      		 
I push a Q45 Infinite, my ride's tinted 
Sike, I'm on the F Train with homeless guys in it
C'mon shorty, sky's the limit 
I got a brand new Metrocard that still has $2.25 in it 
So yo let's hit up a sports bar 
'Cause after a couple more shot my standards will be almost as low as yours are    
Showed this girl named Megan my bunk bed 	
Slid my balls in-between that slut's legs like a nutmeg
Get it? A "nutmeg," I said her name was Megan 
That pun operated on three levels but nobody gets it      
I guess I make ya mind snap when I'm on tracks 
I'm like the rap version of John Nash but on crack 
I used to be an A student, okay stupid?
Now I make great music, and the bitches rage to it 
I go to the rave zooted, pop so much E
Even the fat bitch passed out is attractive enough for me 
Wakin' up on Saturday without a credit card 
I musta lost it last night, but after callin' every bar 
We went to of course it is at the random spot that's very far 
"Yo, I gotta couple hundreds." Fuck it, that's what friends are for 
Sippin' nasty liquor out a plastic pitcher 
While I'm throwing singles at the fattest stripper 
My producer is a chain smoker, I don't spend a day sober 
But as soon as we get our shit together yo it is game over 

Yeah, You Are Not Alone coming soon! (Webby get 'em my dude)

[Chris Webby]

Written by Jeremy "Kinetics" Dussolliet.
Copyright © 2012.

Game Over (Feat. Chris Webby)

Chris Nolan (Feat. Yung Joey & Beau Yung Prince)

[Kinetics]:
Shorty got potential, she cooler than Aspen 
Coco in the chest, and she Nicki where the ass is 
I show her what class is, you show her the past tense 
Yo I like to keep my green tripled: weed, money and absinthe 
When the waitress come around, we order another round 
Drink away the pain 'cause this industry has its ups and downs 
I'm pitchin' records but I'm underground
This ain't even how I rap, I just came to fuck around 
See I know ya life is pretty simple fam, under all the glitz and glam
That pic is a tinted cam, edited in Instagram
I crack the capsule and swallow the 60 milligrams
Let them pills fill my glands, spinnin' like a ceilin' fan
I come in swingin,' I'm leavin' the door broken  
'Cause a war's broken out in the streets and the floors soakin'
Ya fire is more hopeless than drivin' a Ford Focus 
Inside of a storm soakin' with both of its doors open 
Yao! I spit sinister symbolism that's killin'
All these silly simile, single-syllable singin' simpletons (wait)
Zivile zaval and zivile ziggity zors 
I can mumble when I spit and my shit is sicker than yours 
Oww, wow, gather around, somebody different be grabbin' the crown
Everything gonna be shatterin' down, uh, I AM A CYBORG
Buck, buck, buck, I buck for it 
Hip-hop is Times Square and it has enough tourists 
You suck and ya stuff's horrid, I puff on the plush forage
Then I Chuck Norris chop you fuckers to mushed porridge 
Wrote a number one chorus 
Now I write an autograph and I got groupies that eagerly fuck for it 
Me and Timmy pullin' up, them bitches hop in with friends 
See this night is like Inception, there is top at the end 
I'm hip-hop's Chris Nolan, they know Kinetics been a threat
I've gained a following and I ain't even drop Memento yet

[Yung Joey]

[Beau Young Prince]

Written by Jeremy "Kinetics" Dussolliet.
Copyright © 2012.

Chris Nolan (Feat. Yung Joey & Beau Young Price)

Rain Outside 

[R.A. The Rugged Man]

[chorus]:
So come and take me away
Save me from the rain outside (rain outside)
They always say they goin’ change 
But they have the same outlines (same outlines)
Everyone in boxes, pretty little boxes
All brainwashed to remain inside (remain inside)
But I will never change my mind
Even when it rains outside (rains outside)

[Remedy]

[chorus]

[Kinetics]:
You're 'bout to look inside of the eyes of a quiet storm 
Your entire swarm quivers when the fire forms 
'Cause where you at's a disadvantage to you
You are never truly in possession of anything that its handed to you 
I been stabbed in ciphers you ain't battle at all 
You just hang at the mall with your whole posse and gather and talk
Shoppin' for the latest trends with your greatest friends 
'Till your babysitter picks you up at 8 in her Mercedes Benz 
You need to laugh and relax a little, ya back is brittle 
You could try to slap me but your wrist will probably snap and shrivel 
How you waitin' for your track to sizzle? 
Yo that's like Agatha Christi in the kitchen waiting for the crack to crystal 
I could sell more if only I kept the rapping simple 
I'd rather rap on Madison Avenue and ask for nickels 
Flow lethal like dispatchin' Iraqi missiles 
I reach for a pad and the vigilantes think I'm grabbin' pistols 
Walk on stage with a hoodie and a bag of Skittles 
Just so every ignorant motherfucker who only sees race 
Can shoot me while they have the chance 
Then I'll throw an avalanche of bullets at their asses, leave them bastards crippled
Fuck pacifism, it's too late for actin' civil 
I'll be at the funeral blastin' until the casket's riddled
I'm not a hateful person, I just wanna make it certain 
So I search the Earth to murder your reincarnated version 

[chorus]

Written by Jeremy "Kinetics" Dussolliet.
Copyright © 2012.

Rain Outside (Feat. R.A. The Rugged Man & Remedy)

Make It Work (Feat. Accent & Missy Modell)

[chorus, Missy Modell]:
We can make it work
I know that you think it's foolish 
You've learned to be on your own 
You don't want to lose it all 
We can make it work
You're scared to lose control 
They call it fallin' for a reason
Let me be the reason you fall

[Kinetics]:
We were so invested, we opened up and we both connected 
Why'd you go and end it? And leave me broken-chested
Like a lifeless mess, them words hit me like a knife to chest 
Or a bullet from a sniper's nest  
Nowadays, I can't even get you on the phone 
You try to tell me you're learning how to be on your own 
When we both know that's a copout, stop now
That heart'll never work if you keep everybody blocked out 
And all I wanna know 
Is why you traded me for all these people that didn't care about you a year ago?
They did the things that I did for you? 
When work moved you, they traveled the country to different cities to visit you? 
I guess ya life got a little too serious 
To ever see the person that cared about you the most 
So I'ma have a toast 
"Just give me a single wine glass and a table for one" is what I say to the host 
Maybe every love has a day where you see the curtain 
I pray for these people searchin,' maybe it could be perfect 
But lately all of the pain and the way that it leaves me hurtin'
Is makin' me re-determine if makin' it's even worth it 

[chorus]

"Yeah, ladies and gentlemen, introducing New York City's best spoken word poet." (Accent)

[Accent]:
Baby let’s make it work I can’t take this hurt
I know how I played it at first was the way of a jerk
But just as I’m saying these words I meant every statement you heard
From the flames that blaze in my nerves to I pray that you stay my girl
None created’s a greater world than the place where our faces merge
Mine’d lay in your swayin' curls, I could taste the array of curves
Hearts’d race and mistake a turn, aching I yearn for days
When our gazes again return, unshaken remaining firm
Anxiously waiting I learn, this ain’t a game it’s a journey
Equating our fates eternally my brain all these waves will stir
‘Til negated are raised concerns and instated are favored terms
No hateful behavior earned just unwavering gain deserved
The embrace of our favorite persons entangled, a dame and sir
The nearest I came to perfect since waking on planet earth
‘If you think maybe the change’d be worth it, I’d praise what you may prefer
And thank you gratefully for certain, please baby let’s make it work

[chorus]

Written by Jeremy "Kinetics" Dussolliet & Billy "Accent" Rivera.
Copyright © 2012.

Make It Work (Feat. Accent & Missy Modell)

Any Means Necessary (Feat. Nitty Scott, MC) 

[Hook]:
"I had to hustle hard, had to, had to hustle hard
Hustle hard, never give up until I made it" 
"Money getter, I'ma, I'ma money getter" 
"No one's as good as me, they just got better marketing schemes"
"I had to hustle hard, hustle hard
I had to hustle hard, never give up until I made it" 
"Put your money on the table"
"Just to get by," "by any means necessary"

[Nitty Scott, MC]:
Yo, they can't avoid me like the hip-hop cops
Nitty Scott be in the hip spot with a hip-hop box
Slangin' in my sneakers while I'm bangin' in ya speakers 
And I only need 16 to make you a believer 
Get props on my nouns, non-stop for the crown
Spit that shit that'll make you wanna put ya mic down 
You know the honoree keep the party pumpin' like an artery 
Pardon me but ya flow be kinda watery 
1, 2, what you gonna do?
When I adjust the mic stand to 5'2"
Eat ya little lines in ya rhyme book too
Play it in rewind to remind you who
Probably form a quote off of something that I wrote 
I'm just flowin' and you hopin' you can keep the boat afloat 
I don't call 'em rappers, I call 'em appetizin' 
Graffiti on the track, verbal vandalizin' 
And this reality rap, no fantasizin'
I bring reality back and maximize it 
So tell a friend to tell a chick to tell a goon
Boombox family, we be in ya city soon 

[hook]

[Kinetics]:
They say that life is a movie, so I broke in the theater
Took my demo and plugged it into both of the speakers 
Spiked the Coke machine and pointed a strobe at the bleachers 
Chokehold? I want this game in a coma, stroke and a seizer
That's why I'm either in a cypher spittin'
Or I'm kidnappin' a label head 'till he give my demo tape a listen 
While you sit in a bath with a bag of lavender 
I be ravishing with the rats and a pack of scavengers 
Subway courtesy when I rap for ya 
'Cause I make the fans get out of their seats like an elderly passenger 
My city can tell, me and Nitty prevail
I roll a philly and I'm spittin' crack – Liberty Bell 
Ya record is so tough? Honestly so what? 
You could wait ya whole life before anything shows up 
You could rock a yamaka with Hanukkah pajamas  
While servin' a matzah dish in the Gaza Strip and you wouldn't blow up 

[hook]

Written by Jeremy "Kinetics" Dussolliet & Nitty Scott. 
Copyright © 2012.

Any Means Necessary (Feat. Nitty Scott)

Back Home (Feat. Hendersin)

[hook]

[Hendersin]

[hook]

[Kinetics]:
I know a place back home where the dopest rap was livin' 
Poets had a vision but never noticed swag or image 
And rappers wore sweats whenever they stormed sets
'Cause the word "swag" wasn't even born yet 
See I'm from New York, so you know for my city I gotta battle 
So the hottest rap'll be returned to the Rotten Apple 
You gettin' socked and tackled, talkin' that sweet stuff 
I'ma get a police truck, capture all these cheese puffs
And send 'em to Rikers Island to show 'em what bars is 
'Cause your bars are Charizard, you Pop-Tart kids
See, I am an arsonist, bars charged with larceny 
No one gives a fuck if you ever started on varsity 
Dog, you get a cracked dome, go back home 
I been keepin' it thoroughbred and I still be watchin' my cash grow 
Go back to the Roots, where's ya Common Sense at?
A hip-hop Tribe Called, and they want their Quest back 

[hook]

Written by Jeremy "Kinetics" Dussolliet.
Copyright © 2012.

Back Home (Feat. Hendersin)

Dylan Owen x Kinetics X One Love "Hurt Enough" dropping 10/28...presave at http://hurtenough.com.

Back Home (Feat. Hendersin)

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