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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)

Rich Man (Feat. Unknown Prophets)

[chorus]:
He started on the ground, but he held his head tall
‘Cause dreams never lie, he knew he could have it all 
He started with a big plan 
And now he is a rich man 
I know we’re only on the ground but I hold my head tall 
If you stay by my side, then baby you’ll have it all
Got nothin’ but a big plan 
But soon I’ll be a rich man 

[Mad Son]:
He just got his B.A., now life's movin' fast like a freeway
Savin' for a home, college loans he gotta repay 
On the grind, overtime, every weekday 
Weekends fly by, Monday, it's a replay
Out of town trip with the boss for some business 
Million dollar deals, not believin' what he's witnessed 
Just then he spotted honey from a distance 
Pretty young thing rockin' jewels like a princess 
Flirtatious eyes, smilin,' comin' closer 
Boss stands up, tells him, "Son, move over"
Kiss on the cheek, he takes her coat off her shoulder
She loves the finer things, don't matter if the men are older
Just another woman that was way out of his league 
Made a promise to himself to work harder and succeed 
Condo on the beach, Movado on the sleeve 
One day he'd have that woman of his dreams

[chorus]

[Big Jess]:
He was a smart and successful, hard-working Wall Street banker
In his mid-thirties, six-figure paystub
Not exactly rich but living well enough to take a
Vacation whenever, spend a weekend in Jamaica 
Loves talkin' business while sippin' on a cocktail 
Confidence is through the roof, he feels like he cannot fail
Surrounds himself with the prettiest of women
But despite his position, they don't pay him much attention
He's got boats but they want yachts and the finer things 
He always flies first-class but they want the private planes 
He's got a pretty fancy, fully-loaded Maserati
But they ain't ridin' for long unless it's a Bugatti
It's not like he doesn't get any play
But the fact he's not rich always gets in the way
So he's determined to increase the income that he's earnin'
'Cause that's the only way he'll get 'em to stay  

[chorus]

[Kinetics]:
He worked in a sweatshop, in a ghetto in Brazil 
A neighborhood where one wrong look could get you killed
And if you didn’t steal, you survived on minimum wage
You lived in a cage, and ate the same dinner for days 
But hey, he counted his blessings and he made an honest earning, see 
Made a promise to his wife that he honored earnestly 
Told her he would always give her everything she needs 
And always be a loving father to their unborn seed 
But when she went into labor he sat around nearby 
But couldn’t help to hear the sirens in the streets outside
And thought of robberies and poverty and high pollution 
Kids who never got to be college students, locked into prostitution 
Parents with early fates, sent the Pearly Gates 
A kid with a dirty face, with clips and a .38
The things he saw would leave the average man traumatized 
But they didn’t matter when he looked into his daughter’s eyes 
He was the proudest dad 
And had a woman that would love him for the man that he was, and not the things that he had
I guess what matters most
He had it all when he held his wife and daughter close…the richest man

[chorus]

Written by Jeremy "Kinetics" Dussolliet and the Unknown Prophets. 
Copyright © 2012.

Rich Man (Feat. Unknown Prophets)

Runaround (Feat. Accent)

[chorus, Accent]:
I have no place to go
Where did I go wrong?
Running all the time       
Where is home?
I have no place to go
Where did I go wrong?
Running all the time       
Where is home?

[Accent]:
One night to the next, where am I gonna rest?
Likely a bench or it might be some steps
Life is a mess and hunger pains are like a knife to the chest
Get me something riper and fresh with slices of flesh
It's nice to be blessed, cool water and a white piece of bread
Will keep me ight for a sec,’ but Jesus Christ I am big
It's way too hard to keep my little faith relying on him
I'm dying for help so I find myself denying those things
I'm crying again, seems as though I always sigh when it ends
Dirty fingers massage the temples at my sides when I’m tense
Mindful of stench so when I stink at fire hydrants I’ll rinse
Or in the bathroom at the park I’ll wash right in the sink
Under the grime and the grit I discover white and some pink
Guess I forgot the lighter tint to my own type of skin
A silver spoon without a bowl to dip it pridelessly in
Darker man got some boxes, I’ma try to lie next to him…

[chorus]
 
I am asleep in Tompkins, deeply unconscious
Needing this silence but beeping coppers shriek their policing sirens
Like a screaming ambulance, ‘cept they’re what my reason for harm is
Now this feeling on me, slow, speedily exceeds exhaustion
I’m a zombie, hungry for meat with nothing to eat
What is for me to stuff in cheek? But there’s nothing but people ‘round me
They surround me, hundreds of these with money to squeeze
What do they see, roughness in me or a touch of what seeps from under
My subconscious? A wonder if I’ll be someone who keeps
From punching in weeks, that much I need but I’m stuck as another being
And my façade is, covering me uncomfortably
I want to breach a way further and worthier peak so far beyond this
But for now it is where can I go for shelter?
It’s cold as hell outside even though all the snow has melted
And no one else is nearby, hereby I’m roaming helpless
I don’t remember who my self is…around I’ll run until then

[chorus, Kinetics]

[Kinetics]:
Look at my hands, look what I get for workin' here
I gave you blood, sweat and tears for like thirty years
I gave you everything I had, thought I'd let you know 
So when things are getting bad, why am I the first to go?
Personally man I prefer the person is reprimanded 
That would be better than letting him exiting empty handed
Whatever happened to batting for the seniority?
The people never matter the profit is the priority 
All I got left is a shirt with a blue collar 
An outstretched pocket, a wallet with two dollars 
Bummin' in this runaround, 'till the money come around 
Man I should have never put that paintbrush down 
Imagine what would happen if I had kept at it every night 
Luckily my son found that brush and turned into a mic 
And I heard he was makin' it as an artist 
Hopefully he'll finish what I started…runaround

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

Runaround (Feat. Accent)

Cosmic Consciousness (Feat. Kam Royal, Money Mars & KTSB)

[Kam Royal]

[Kinetics]: 
I be on my cosmic shit, traded threats for promises 
Y'all could never accomplish this higher level of consciousness 
Me, I'm not a human, I'm just usin' this human illusion
Usually confusin' 'em, when consumin' aluminum 
Foiled as to whether this robotic body is solid plastic 
Or if it's hollow and I'm holographic 
So holla at the kid, you wanna battle at me
'Cause you and me is like them before and after advertisements they have for acne 
So many styles it could boggle ya mind 
And I switch 'em randomly like the astrological signs
So even if we are just a race of avatars 
Man, I'm rappin' hard enough to leave your brain full of battle scars 
I could travel far in a parked car 
'Cause my brain stays with the radio waves in the stars  
Spit a nicely worded story to get into Purgatory 
So if ya wanta see me you need to build an observatory 

[Money Mars]

[KTSB]

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

Cosmic Consciousness (Feat. Kam Royal, Money Mars & KTSB)

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)

Would You Follow Me? (Feat. Deuce Broadway)

[Deuce Broadway]:
Live Son told me I better have my mind right
I better be ready for life in the limelight
I'm like, "Live, I know what doin' time like"
Deuce Mulah cooler than a Klondike
White girls like, "Mulah is the bomb, right?"
And then it's moulin rouge on sight
But wait, I'm outta sight
Outta the stratosphere baby I'm outta space
And I'm runnin' this rap shit outta spite
So despite what these dudes might say, my shit is tight
Like, the clash of the titans, homie I'll tighten 
My hold on the whole globe and I wont even write it
I'm feelin' like Mike though, glitter all on the clothes
And I'm lookin' at the glove like, "I shoulda went white though"
Surrounded by crapes and the skinniest white hoes
The limelight ignites my light show but you already know

[hook]:
If I were to go? (If I was to go?)
Would you follow me? (Would you follow me?)
If I were to go? (If I was to go?)
Would you follow me? (Would you follow me?)
'Cause I gotta know right now
If you really have faith in me
'Cause when this shit goes down 
Are you gonna run away from me?
Or would you follow me? (Follow me)
Or would you follow me? (Follow me)
Or would you follow me? (Follow me)

[Kinetics]:
Competition, I'll embarrass him
Like an evil Aryan compared to a Good Samaritan, you're pale in comparison 
So show me a dope line 
Like Jamal Barrow's jail cell after '09, you ain't gettin' no shine
I got a talent that I have to protect 
I was only an inch away from bein' stabbed in the neck 
Get a reality check if you haven’t battled me yet
Ya whole career could be in jeopardy like Alex Trebek  
See, you the type of captain that'll turn ya back and ya men will disperse 
While my fans follow me to the ends of the Earth
I got a regiment ready to be deployed for me
I'ma show you the meaning of loyalty 
Take ya girl like a masked bandit, and I leave her ass stranded 
Fuck callin' a cab, she takin' the mass transit 
And she still at my show, droppin' down to the floor 
I'll have her down to her drawers by the final round of applause…and that's faithful

[hook] 

Written by Jeremy "Kinetics" Dussolliet & Deuce Broadway.
Copyright © 2012.

Would You Follow Me?  (Feat. Deuce Broadway)

845 (Feat. Krystyle)

[chorus]:
They say it's not where you from, it's where you at 
But how you gonna know where to go if you never look back?
Where you come from? Tell me where you come from
"I'm from the 845"
"Suckas fall like the Dutches Mall." 
"Suckas fall like the walls of the Dutchess Mall."
Where you come from? Tell me where you're from
"I'm from the 845."

[Kinetics]:
I'm from a…little valley, opposite coast of Cali 
Where they slice you in the face for battling in an alley 
I thought the underground would last forever 
Hit the Galleria for a Nike T when Mikey P had the black Integra 
Blunt cruisin' 'till my lungs bruisin'
I could cypher in Poughkeepsie and Monticello would bump to it
Even back then you saw the hunger in my eyes 
So when I got the dinner plate, yo I ATE FOR FIVE
But if I go global, I'ma represent my local 
Even though it's called Sunoco, I still be goin' to Coastal 
I used to hit up SoLoW for a cypher and a cup of liquor 
And spit it retarded like the fish are in the Hudson River
But for every friend, there were seven haters 
Who talked a lot of shit and told me I would never make it 
Who said I couldn’t rap 'cause I wasn't poor enough 
All that meant to me was that I wasn't rich enough 
I was stuck in the middle, and so I stuck a middle finger up 
Attitude like I don't give a fuck 
I hate to admit it, there were times I was ashamed 
'Cause no one ever even heard of Haldane, or my family name
So I set out on a mission, didn't stop 'till I accomplished it 
And now my name is found on an album on six continents 
So I promise where you from will never hinder you
To the 845, I'll always cherish and remember you

[chorus]

[Krystyle]

[chorus]

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

845 (Feat. Krystyle)

Million Miles of War (Feat. Man-u-iLL)

[chorus]:
I saw one million miles of war 
I saw a million miles of war 
So I know I saw this place before 
I saw one million miles of war 
'Cause the real war is not fought on land
The real war is fought inside the man 

[Man-u-iLL]:
We used to be a happy family, 'till the day tragedy came 
Things haven't been the same since my daddy was slain 
Mommy lost her job, couldn’t pay the bills
Now we forced to starve 'cause she couldn't pay for meals 
Livin' on the street, sleepin' in the car 
All the money that we do get, she keep it in her bra
I'm speakin' to the stars, lookin' to the sky 
Thinkin' to myself, "Why my daddy had to die?"
I'm only 13, forced to be a man 
Forget playin' in the park, life's forcin' me to scam
Full of hunger and it's hard, too young to get a job 
At night I can't sleep, I'm up wonderin' to God
See, we fall asleep hungry, we wakin' up starvin' 
So he should understand why I'm takin' up robbin'
I tell mommy not worry, week to week, day to night
Everything went so wrong but I will die to make it right 

[chorus]

[Kinetics]:
Just the average life, with a beautiful wife and a son
But I hadn't seen my family since 1941 
When I grabbed a gun, even though I shun violence normally
My country needed me to storm Normandy 
And when I was servin' I was fightin' Germans as a brave soldier
Until the day I caught a lethal strain of pneumonia 
Nurse said it was over, so in the hospital I grabbed a pen
And wrote my family to say I wasn't comin' home again 
But then, I somehow recovered and left the hospital 
And hopped the next flight to the Bronx as soon as possible 
But when I got to my apartment what I saw was sickenin'
A notice sayin' that the last tenants were evicted 
I ran to the neighbor's door and started bangin' it up
Standin' in front of him demandin' where my family was 
But all he did was stare back, and gasp with wide eyes 
Like, "Everybody was positive you had died
Your family went broke when you left for the war 
'Cause you weren't there to take care of them anymore
And since then, see, a lot has changed, a lot is new 
The last I heard your son was robbin' dudes and your wife had became a prostitute."

[chorus]
[Man-u-iLL]:
Another day gone, night pass and I'm feelin' like trash
Me and mom got love but ain't nothin' like cash
I'm plottin' on the hustlers anywhere they might stash
Find myself a gun, no question I might blast
Still a little kid though I'm grown' through life fast
It's a war day to day, how long will the fight last?
Just then a light flashed, loud sound, pipe blasts
Standin' outside my body, my life passed 
And all I can think about is me and my moms 
And my dad as I come to see me in his arms 
[Kinetics]:
So I scoured New York City in the rain
My child was in trouble and I was the one to blame 
For days and nights, I would follow word in the streets 
To hit up all the common spots where the burglaries be
And then I saw him, ran through the crowd to where the commotion was 
A dead body on the sidewalk, soaked in blood 
Undeniable, cryin' until my eyes were full 
Your seed dying is easily recognizable 
I felt his dead body crumple in my arms
Flashbacks of landmines, prison camps and bombs 
I've seen death, I've seen pain, blood and despair 
But I never thought the killing would follow me over here 
I never thought I'd witness the slaughtering of a child 
I guess war spans across a million miles 

[chorus]

Written by Jeremy "Kinetics" Dussolliet & Man-u-iLL.
Copyright © 2012.

Million Miles of War (Feat. Man-u-iLL)

Breakfast Coke (Feat Chance Fischer & Dylan Owen) 

[Chance Fischer]:
Look, I was drownin' in my own piss
'When my homie pulled me over and he told me "take a hit"
A tiny, old sample, it made my soul numb
I was feelin' it so much, I mean we had to cut it up, make more with less
Brought about more trouble for me, more or less
Hit it in the morning before class to lower stress
Reached the point where I did multiple lines
In solitary confined, it forced me to do time
Act a fool with it, had me watching for the stool pigeons
Foamin' at the mouth, yeah, I even had a drool with it
Paid a bounty for the quicker picker-upper
I could never get enough, when I was down and felt like nothing
Dealt with the problems through the bluffin,' no discussin'
All the quarrels and the luck, always rushing out of touch…but 
I will never give it up
I'll be doin' it forever 'til it put me in the dust

[chorus, Chance Fischer]:
Tequila sunrise on my dark nights
The only thing shining is the limelight
When trying to face your fears turns to prizefights
End up going blind when you try to use your hindsight
This is a roll call for my conscience
Though we'll never see a penny for the nonsense
I gotta get up (get up, get up)
So everybody get up (get up, get up)

[Dylan Owen]:
I wasn’t kidding when I told em, that this music is my medicine
Listen, y’all can witness it, I’m using this for evidence
If heaven is a high note off, Ill take an eighth of it
Spit cold turkey at your beef, bringing plates of it
Cuz I aint playing with a flame remaining later lit
The next day, our empty containers lay on her table with
A major decision, I made to go clean with
Reversing my initials on some OD shit
Hold up, these emcees always fishing for a chance
Chance Fisher, get 'em, finish 'em, and split 'em into pans
Put Kinetics in the mix, and you’ll be literally mixing 
Up the minerals of medicines that never will be canned
(Get it?) Don’t regret it, let me clench my fist
I’m addicted to the stress I live, stretch my wits
Wrote another letter, told my ex im pissed
I'm hungry for my breakfast, I get my fix, until the…

[chorus]

[Kinetics]:
I'm a cowboy, I ride around and "bump" loud noise 
Kinda like the table I got with the crushed Altoids
'Cause hip-hop just turned to a tougher market 
You need a drug just to put up with these fuckin' artists
So while my dealer's pullin' up and parkin'
I'm droppin' a 50 in the cup holder and grabbin' a bag from the glove compartment 
While I think fast, you probably buffer 
I got you discombobulated while I'm gobblin' uppers  
But lil' homie this ain't Limitless, this ain't even Adderall
This initiative is au naturel
Man, you better get back, nowadays yo it seem like every single kid rap 
But ain't nobody ever really spit crack
I guess findin' the quality coke is a hassle 
I'd rather roll up a napkin and open a Focalin capsule 
The hunger that I have for this rappin' is of the massive type 
Even after all of these lines, I have an appetite 

Written by Jeremy "Kinetics" Dussolliet, Chance Fisher & Dylan Owen.
Copyright © 2012.

Breakfast Coke (Feat. Chance Fischer & Dylan Owen)

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)

This Is Not A Love Song (Feat. Accent)

[chorus, Accent]:
This is not a love song
Tell me what I've done wrong 
It was so strong, where'd it come from?
Now your love has moved on
So this is not a love song at all
'Cause there's so much hate in my heart
In a flash you were gone 
But what is hate without love?

[Kinetics]:
Yeah, and this is not a love song
This is just a cigarette to puff on
'Cause whoever said it's better to have loved and lost than never love at all
Never dated YOU so that person ain't really one to talk 
And any guy that says to you that he wants the best for you
Right after you dead his ass…is probably lying
I mean, I guess I want you to be happy, girl but honestly 
I think about you with someone else and I feel like vomiting 
Think about in you them little skirts and then I have to wonder   
Ever since you had me in your bed if you have had another 
We used to wake up in the morning and attack each other 
And go at it 'till we had nothing left but the mattress cover
Why do we have to suffer instead of workin' it out?
'Cause the girl I'm sleepin' with isn't the one I'm dreamin' 'bout
So feel bad for me, son 
I got 99 problems and a bitch is the cause of every one  

[chorus]

Yeah, and I find it outrageous 
How she craves so much attention from all of these total strangers 
And how she only calls me when she's drunk or when she's lonely 
But when I try to call her, yo I know she lets the phone ring
And she never texted back when I left her a message 
'Cause apparently when she's with her friends, it is rude to check it
But when she was with me, her attitude was very different
'Cause she's BBMing everyone else like every second 
And if I tried to tell her that I'm feelin' disrespected 
She would yell at me and tell me I'm being overly jealous 
And now the blame has shifted to me and I am the bad guy
So I'm takin' her out to dinner just to apologize
The way she's able to deceive me's unbelievable 
Teasin' my libido by feedin' it Pinot grigio 
Yo the lethal weapon is that glimmer in her eye
'Cause I thought that I was angry but I just forgot why…and I hate it 

[chorus]
But what is hate without love?
But what is hate without love?
What is hate without love?

And just to set the record straight, this is not a love song
This is just a cigarette to puff on
This is just a way for me to take away a taste I never wanted 
Like a chaser right after takin' a double-shot of Barton's
Who am I kidding? You made me an alcoholic 
If you offered me another shot at you I would obviously want it 
And to be honest, baby you should be honored in fact
That this hangover's even lasted as long as it has 
'Cause even though I hate all of your games 
I hate to admit it, you keep me constantly entertained 
Even though I hate the way that you made me think it would last 
And I hate the way that you got over me so fucking fast 
Even though I hate the way that you can make me feel so terrible 
I also hate how no other girl will ever compare to you
Even though I hate the way you always make me fall
Mostly I just hate the way that I do not hate you at all

[chorus]

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

This Is Not A Love Song (Feat. Accent)

Music Speak (Feat. B.Love & Hunter Stout) 

[B.Love]

[chorus, Hunter Stout]:
They be talkin' 'bout things that they tryna do
But ain't nothin' goin' change 
They be rappin' 'bout things that they gonna do
They really talk a good game 
'Cause everybody is a superstar  
Everybody say they do big things
So keep on talkin,' keep talkin'
I'ma shut my mouth and let the music speak 

[Kinetics]:
Does anyone remember when skill was needed to make a rhyme?
That sounds like a crazy place in another space and time 
I'm from New York, the birthplace of Pac, Big and Shawn
You rep a suburban cul-de-sac with a pretty lawn
I'm aggravated how rappin' is saturated 
By these snapbacks and frat rappers who never graduated 
I'm laughin' at you from the ground to the top of ya temple 
Ya body and mental is like Comedy Central
Man, I promise it doesn't take an economist 
To acknowledge the music industry and music blogs are not synonymous  
As evidence my record resonates I have a résumé
So I don't have to talk, I just press Kinetics and let it play
Ay…I could leave you flat on the floor 
I'd say we battle but I don't think you've ever battled before 
So when I hit the court I plead the case insanity 
'Cause I just murdered all these babies manically – Casey Anthony

[chorus]

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

Music Speak (Feat. B.Love & Hunter Stout)

Track 1 off the 2012 Kinetics & One Love album entitled "You Are Not Alone," available on iTunes: http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/you-are-not-alone/id553367008.

I Am A Computer 

You are not alone, if I wanted to, I could palm the globe 
And leave a hole, like a bullet to Bin Laden's dome
You're about to enter the thoughts of a last prophet  
I walk with alien currency in my back pocket 
My brain lacks logic 
Like One Love's laptop when it last crashed 'cause somebody spilled a glass on it  
Or left a lit spliff on the back of the mixer 
And now the Jack and the liquor have the accidents happenin' quicker
I'm not insane, I just rock with a clot to the vein 
And a lot of pain got me gobblin' shots to the brain 
I stay panicked, I watch humanity damage and manhandle the planet 
But nobody seems to understand it 
Life is a mess, and I'm likely depressed 
Like I'm watchin' all my family members fight to the death
And in the midst of this, rap is fallin' apart
Kids are sayin' absolutely nothing and callin' it art 
Fuck swag if ya whole flow trash, ya voice heinous 
Every verse poorly executed: Troy Davis 
But in battles we can get it on 
As long as you strapped like an Indian baby and bring extra arms 
This is a massacre, a massive attack 
So bad even a pacifistic pastor would have to react  
It's only gettin' hotter, say goodbye to the morning 
'Cause the world that you will die in is not the one you were born in

[chorus]:
Hello, I am Kinetics, I am a computer
I am here to move you
What's going on? I am insane, shots to the brain 
Kinetics & One Love 
Hello, I am Kinetics, I am a computer
I am here to move you
What's going on? I am insane, get to know my name 
Kinetics in ya headphones

I'm holdin' a gun, so I know opponents will run
I been sick since humans had opposable thumbs
I been sick since I picked up a pen in the third grade 
My word play plays with words in absurd ways 
But rap today is all little kids and mermaids 
Congratulations! You finally hit your first rave 
Man, I'm sick of these students with the shittiest music 
Talkin' about they ball hard like they were the first to do it
Like they were the first person to hit a virgin
Drop a whole album with a bunch of topics no one is concerned with 
C'mon son, look at ya life, it's so bland 
You really think you'll be respected by a grown man?
So what if you can buy everyone at the bar a beer?
You haven't written a meaningful song in ya whole career  
I promise you will not have relevance here long
What happens when that partying element wears off?
You ain't a performer
You just stumble across bars like them three hikers captured on the Iranian border  
Fuck with my producer, you could get ya ass trampled
Tackled in a massive avalanche of brass anvils 
Ya whole production is a bad example 
You not a musician, all you do is just push buttons and stack samples
Hand me that last handle, I'll face that Jack Daniel's 
And I'll still out-rap all you rappers who act manly 
Fuck ya little baggy of Addy, yo you could have it back 
Come to my apartment I'm bumpin' off of a platinum plaque 
But actually, so let it speak for itself 
'Cause we have a track record unlike anyone else 
So I take all your advice and I throw it inside a garbage truck 
You tell me to dumb it down 'cause you aren't smart enough 
Go 'head and hate it, I don't need you as a fan 
You're just embarrassed I dropped a reference you didn't understand

[chorus ×2]

Written by Kinetics & One Love. 
Copyright © 2012.


I Am A Computer

Track 2 off the 2012 Kinetics & One Love album entitled "You Are Not Alone," available on iTunes: http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/you-are-not-alone/id553367008.

Hideous (Feat. Mimoza)

[chorus]:
You tell me I look beautiful 
But you still make me miserable
You're hideous, hideous 
Darlin' you're adorable 
But inside you're an animal 
You're hideous, hideous

Ayo this song is dedicated to anyone that has ever done something they severely regret. That one hideous act buried deep inside.

"Ayo this is for the lies, this is for the fights
This is for the screams that our neighbors heard at night 
Yo I should've seen the signs, this could've been avoided 
We built a castle together, why'd you have to destroy it? 
When all my family told me I shoulda put an end to you 
I looked my mother right into her eyes and defended you 
My own blood, I lied to my own blood 
Acting like it wasn't wrong when it was
But even putting everybody else aside, baby this is personal 
What you did to me was irreversible 
'Cause you left me with a bruise that will always scar me from within
And that bruise hurts worse than the one you left me on my skin"
Yeah, that's what she said to me 
See, I'm not an angel and I don't pretend to be 
So I pray for her forgiveness but I don't know what to do 
'Cause everything she just said was true…I'm hideous 

[chorus]:
You tell me I look beautiful 
But you still make me miserable
You're hideous, hideous 
Darlin' you're adorable 
But inside you're an animal 
You're hideous, hideous

I tried to tell her that I'm sorry, I tried to make her listen
She looked at me and told me I would never be forgiven
Like, "You tell me I'm beautiful? What a thing to say
Then you lay your hands on me and take my beauty away 
And that's the kind of example you wanna leave our daughter?
I hope you rot away as you think about what you taught her" 
And then she hung up the phone, but I could hear her through the glass
"This is the last time that I ever visit ya ass!" 
When she got up from the chair and she moved to the side 
I could see our nine-year-old daughter was standin' there the whole time 
She looked me in the eyes and she cried 
As her mother took her away and I waved goodbye for the last time 
Why? Why did I bring my family hell?
As the prison guard grabbed me and brought me back to my cell 
Where prayin' for redemption is all that I can do 
As I serve ten years for domestic abuse…man I'm hideous

[chorus]:
You tell me I look beautiful 
But you still make me miserable
You're hideous, hideous 
Darlin' you're adorable 
But inside you're an animal 
You're hideous, hideous

Written by Kinetics & One Love, Mimoza Blinsson and Kenna Okoye.
Produced by Kenna Okoye with additional production from Kinetics & One Love.
Copyright © 2012.

Hideous (Feat. Mimoza)

Track 3 off the 2012 Kinetics & One Love album entitled "You Are Not Alone," available on iTunes: http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/you-are-not-alone/id553367008.

You Could Save Us All

My pen is a heat seeker, venting from each speaker 
With the spirit of Woody Guthrie, Lennon and Pete Seeger 
'Cause no, this isn't your land, yo this isn't my land 
Nor does it belong to the yellow, black or the white man
It was taken from Natives sent to the reservations 
Not the ones with casinos, the ones in our education 
'Cause we killed off an entire race efficiently 
And then we "reserved" them a single chapter in history 
So whoever holds the throne, writes the official records 
Why you think your knowledge of Nagasaki is just a single sentence?
Appreciate the place you call a home
You are so in need of help, you should be happy that you are not alone 
You are not alone 
I'm right here beside you
So let's pour a couple of double-shots 
And have a toast to our downfall 

[chorus]:
Ayo ayo ayo ayo
I tried all night to find you
I waited all night to tell you
That we don't have a lot of time 
So maybe you should break your plans
But I'm not here to hold your hand 
I'm just here to help you understand 
If you wanted to, you could save us all
You could save us all
You could save us all 
You could save us all 

The pharmaceutical industry is continuously causing overdoses 
Your doctor made a bogus ADHD diagnosis
It's like you tell your physician you had a bad day
Suddenly you are depressed, anorexic and you have AIDS
Go and swallow the soma, you're in a coma 
I'll wake you when this brave new world is over 
And I'll just be just coppin' Arabian Aviators 
And raiding every Iranian with uranium waiting under their radiator
Or walkin' to North Korea without a visa 
Bumpin' the South Korean national anthem and eatin' pizza
'Cause sooner or later, some dude with a laser will shoot it at Asia 
Leavin' numerous craters through the equator  
You are not alone 
I'm right here beside you
So let's pour a couple of double-shots 
And have a toast to our downfall

[chorus ×2]

Written by Kinetics & One Love. 
Copyright © 2012.

You Could Save Us All

Track 4 off the 2012 Kinetics & One Love album entitled "You Are Not Alone," available on iTunes: http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/you-are-not-alone/id553367008.

Still Dreamin' (Feat. Termanology)

[hook]:
Yeah! Aiight, we up all night
Too much hustle to close to my eyes 
All these dreams up on my mind
So I stay schemin'
Yeah, I'm a dreamer, baby I'm a dreamer
Home with a freak but she don't sleep neither 
Yeah! Aiight, we all up night 
But I'm still dreamin'

[Termanology]:
I'm takin' over, let me make it perfectly clear 
This for my Uncle Nelson 'cause he got murdered last year 
I know you ride around the Beemer blowin' purple up there 
I'm finna make you proud of me when you see my career
I'm goin' off, plenty of concerts in different continents 
Models from different countries showerin' me with compliments 
Euros in my account, I'm just countin' 'em like they counterfeit 
Down to spit on ya record and shred up ya speaker monitors 
Honestly, it was all a dream, like Chris Wallace said 
Took my dream and I followed it, obviously I bodied it
Been on every station regardless of the politics 
College kids fill my up my venues now and ask me to sign they kicks 
The time keeps tickin' so the grind keeps liftin' 
Up higher and higher, I'm climbin' tryna acquire millions 
And this is for my fans that been waitin' so long 
Be patient, we almost on, this here is y'all song, let’s go

[hook]
We up all night but I'm still dreamin'
We up all night but I'm still dreamin'

[Kinetics]:
Ash to ash, 'cause everything in life's a cycle 
They prayin' on my downfall as they recite the Bible 
But snakes slither in the grass actin' like disciples 
So I live my life through the site of a sniper's rifle 
I could go at Mike for the title, the ring has been crowded
But even when I been doubted, I been 'bout it 
Damn right I been sour 
Compared to me everyone in this building is too plane: Twin Towers
Hustle deep, I sleep like an insomniac 
I ain't tryin' to be 29 and drivin' a Pontiac 
A storm's formin,' this is a forewarnin' 
I'll break through the door stormin,' roarin' like George Foreman
I'll leave you with lacerations, a gash, and a bad abrasion
You'll be lacin’ every bag that you're blazin’ with Bacitracin
I'm basically the 80's president's administration 
I'm here to give the streets crack: call it Ronald Reagan 

[hook]
We up all night but I'm still dreamin'
We up all night but I'm still dreamin'

Written by Kinetics & One Love and Termanology.
Copyright © 2012.

Still Dreamin' (Feat. Termanology)

Track 5 off the 2012 Kinetics & One Love album entitled "You Are Not Alone," available on iTunes: http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/you-are-not-alone/id553367008.

Sign Language (Feat. Wynter Gordon)

I wanna show you that I care
But I don't have the nerve 
I wanna say I love you 
But I can't find the words
I wish that you could know how I
Really felt all of this time
But no matter what I do
You can't see the signs

He was an average teen, he partied often and he sagged his jeans
Sat in the very back of the class so he could nap and dream 
And fantasize about the girl he was obsessed with 
The one who stole his heart and always kept it 
'Cause ever since the seventh grade, she was always standin' in his center stage 
But every time he tried to talk to her, she would just step away 
And though she never spoke to him, it didn't matter 
'Cause Billy never liked the chit-chatter 
So what if a little passive? To him she was attractive 
He could sense a massive personality perfectly by the way she acted 
Plus she wrote poems for the paper every month
It was the lines on the page that had him fallin' in love 
But he never told his friends, they would say that he was crazy 
So no one ever found out that Billy liked Amy 
He just gracefully endured, being blatantly ignored
But sooner or later, Billy wouldn't take it anymore 

I wanna show you that I care
But I don't have the nerve 
I wanna say I love you 
But I can't find the words
I wish that you could know how I
Really felt all of this time
But no matter what I do
You can't see the signs

So he's takin' his chances, tired of all the wasted advances 
Sick and tired of never havin' dates for the dances 
If he wanted Amy he needed to step it up 
So one day he stopped her by her locker to confess his love 
And he told her that she was beautiful and lit up his sky  
Like, "Columbus with a compass would get lost in your eyes"
But she didn't respond, just gave him a weird look 
She tried to give him a shrug but she was carryin' books 
But that was all that it took, he put himself out there and he got crushed 
So he had to run away before the tears rushed
A whole week, he locked himself in his apartment
'Cause he didn't have the strength to face the world so broken-hearted 
After seven days of darkness, got a letter in the mail 
But before he even looked at it, he let that ship sail 
He was too concerned with all the sadness in his life 
So instead of a letter opener he grabbed a kitchen knife 

I wanna show you that I care
But I don't have the nerve 
I wanna say I love you 
But I can't find the words
I wish that you could know how I
Really felt all of this time
But no matter what I do
You can't see the signs

She was far from your average teen, the quiet type who never had a scene 
Studied often and wrote poems for the school magazine
She had a little secret and she always kept it 
There was a boy that she was obsessed with 
So when she wrote a poem for the school paper every month 
Every line on the page was dedicated to her crush   
But she never told her friends, they would say that it was silly 
So no one ever found out that Amy liked Billy 
'Till the day that Billy stopped her by her locker during school
But she couldn't understand him and responded like a fool
And gave him a weird look
She tried doin' sign language, but she couldn't 'cause she was carryin' all her books  
See, even though Amy was equally obsessed
She was too embarrassed to tell him that she was born deaf
Avoided him at school, but to make her love known 
She would leave him little signs through the lines of her poems
So she sent one to his home, after seven days passed 
'Cause it seemed like Billy wasn't showin' up to class
So she's going home confused, trapped in the worst mood 
Flippin' on the TV to a tragic story on the news  
It was the picture of your average teen, all it said was this: 
"LOCAL TEEN SUICIDAL WITH A KNIFE TO HIS WRIST"
At the scene where he died was a letter never read 
From a girl named Amy and it said:

I wanna show you that I care
But I don't have the nerve 
I wanna say I love you 
But I can't find the words
I wish that you could know how I
Really felt all of this time
But no matter what I do
You can't see the signs

So if you have something to say to somebody, then do it now…

Written by Kinetics & One Love and Wynter Gordon. 
Copyright © 2010.


Sign Language (Feat. Wynter Gordon)

Track 6 off the 2012 Kinetics & One Love album entitled "You Are Not Alone," available on iTunes: http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/you-are-not-alone/id553367008.

Strangers (Feat. Nitty Scott, Mc)

Yeah, it all started with a wave
Comin' from a cutey that I spotted on the train 
And I don't usually spit game 
To a stranger but I was in danger of never learnin' this girl's name
So I set it off talkin,' laughin,' jokin' 
I missed my train stop and I didn't even notice 
I gotta see this girl again
Like, "I don't even need ya number – I already know that you're a perfect 10"
"So what's good for tonight?" leads to two drinks, to the head  
And too many things in common leads us to a bed 
Two dates to two weeks to two years, too fast 
Man, I'm always in too deep, why do I do that?
But we're not gonna move back, we're happy and fine 
Yo, does anyone believe love is actually blind?
When the thought of breakin' up is in the back of ya mind 
I don't know what's gonna happen in time…I just let it ride 

[chorus]:
Remember those days, when I would say
I would never go a day without you 
Even though you are gone, they're playin' our song 
And it makes me think about you
So I scroll though my phone, I stop at your name 
But I never can seem to call
You're a stranger, I'm a stranger
We're just strangers after all

[Nitty Scott]:
You were my perfect little painkiller, popped the whole bottle
Built this on sand with no time to remodel
Thought you and I were a positive turn
You said I didn't know a lot but I was willin' to learn
Held my heart up – gimme the loot, gimme the loot
And we were skydivin,' no parachute
You used to sing off-key and I thought it was cute
But lately my love songs gotta stay on mute
'Cause we just grew apart, and didn't play it smart
Then you just leave me hangin' like a broken work of art
You told me that you hate me and I took it to the heart
Then everything just faded to dark
Call you Adam, call me Eve, 'cause baby we deceive
You say you'd stick around when it was easier to leave
But loyalty is dead so I hear and don't believe
And now you just a stranger with a story on ya sleeve

[chorus]

[Kinetics]:
So I let a couple of years pass
Frontin' like I'm happy but I'm holdin' tears back
Because I miss you 
And every now and then, yo I still think about my life with you
You told me I would always be your best friend, you said it convincingly 
Wonder if you hear our song, if you ever think of me
'Cause we swore that forever we would stay connected
I guess forever happens faster than we both expected 
[Nitty Scott]:
Uh, now why you lookin' all oblivious?
Like on the inside you wasn’t hideous?
I try to keep it movin' like a vet do, correct you
But I couldn’t remember to forget you 
[Kinetics]:
Respect, boo, so I guess the only thing that's left to do
Is apologize for the things that I never said to you 
They say it's hardest to forgive the ones you love 
So think of it as a plus a stranger is all I am to you
[Nitty Scott]:
Cried you a river and you left me here to shiver
Why they always overpromise and they under-deliver? 
I bet you thought about it a lot 
But it's been so long I'll probably give you a shot 
[Kinetics]:
So when you lay back, and press playback, I just pray that 
You take whatever brings the pain back and you erase that 
Let's say that, after days pass
Maybe I'll just be a stranger on the train you wave at, and I'll wave back 

[chorus]

Written by Kinetics & One Love and Nitty Scott, MC.
Copyright © 2012.

Strangers (Feat. Nitty Scott, MC)

Track 7 off the 2012 Kinetics & One Love album entitled "You Are Not Alone," available on iTunes: http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/you-are-not-alone/id553367008.

In My Own World (Feat. Yung Joey)

[hook]:
I got a cup full of hemlock, a mouth full of lies 
A penthouse suite where I hang my disguise 
Oww yeah, I'm in my own world 
I'm in my own world 
I got a sleeve full of tricks and a bullet in the chamber
Couch full of women in a room full of strangers 
I'm in my own world, bitch I'm in my own world
While you standin' on the line outside

[Yung Joey]:
I got a cup full of do it, a mind full of don'ts 
These True Religion denims got a pocket full of hope 
This new girl that I'm diggin' we been hangin' like a rope
She want me to play her hubby but I'm thinkin' that I won't 
I wish I had a camera that could capture how I'm livin'
This penthouse where we chillin' got a panoramic ceiling
If you came from where I come from you would know just how I'm feelin'  
I got girls from Honolulu yellin' Queens is in the building
I'm on my Beamer 7 Series albino shit 
Dear hater, you can suck an albino dick
Last year I couldn’t even spell designer shit 
Look at my closet, now you'll see all kinda shit
I swear to God I feel like Eddie Murphy tradin' places 
Traded all my G Shocks for Rolleys with the gold faces 
White diamonds on my black ass 
New whips, new chains, amen I'm free at last 

[hook]

[Kinetics]:
48th floor, open flask
Disfigured reflection starin' from a broken glass
I drink away my insecurities when life is hard  
I'm takin' glasses to my face like I'm Ray Charles
'Cause I'm blind to you, haters
Make All Rappers Surrender…those are letters from M.A.R.S
Your girlfriend's been sendin' me texts all week
So tonight her bed is occupied, bitch, Wall Street 
Don't be offended, I'm just twisted off lots of that purple 
The topic is verbal then I probably got controversial 
I'll body anyone that hops in my circle 
Now I got ya dogs cryin' like that Sarah McLachlan commercial 
Damn right I got enemies fuckin' up my plans 
On the other hand, I'm doin' shows for a couple grand 
So until you see these fans throwin' up they hands 
Imma sit you beneath the bleachers to help you understand 

[hook]

Written by Kinetics & One Love & Yung Joey.
Produced by Kinetics & One Love & Kenna Okoye.  
Copyright © 2012.

In My Own World (Feat. Yung Joey)

Track 8 off the 2012 Kinetics & One Love album entitled "You Are Not Alone," available on iTunes: http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/you-are-not-alone/id553367008.

Sometimes I Feel Like A Robot

[chorus]:
When I look into this world, what I see is so frightening 
I don't ever see anyone that is like me
I swear sometimes it feels like I'm on my own
And I feel like a robot 
I feel like a robot  
I feel like a robot
And I'm all alone

Yeah, and I feel like I'm on a spacecraft 
'Cause wherever you are, I know that I'm way past  
That's why you think of a star whenever the planes pass 
T, bring that bass back 
K-1L is the model, Kinetics is the moniker 
Born inside a speaker and livin' behind a monitor
Lampin' on the planet that humans use in thermometers
So if ya wanna see me, you need to hire astronomers 
Uh uh, yeah, I'm about to shut it down
You must be delusional if you think that I fuck around
They find it unusual when I hover above the ground 
I'm alone but I'm hopin' that I could tough it out 
Word, 'cause what I am exactly isn't clear 
Don't know where I'm from but I'm positive that it isn't here 
Me and every human alive, we come from a different year 
Everything you know about music is gonna disappear   

[chorus]

It's like my mind has a mind of its own
A little alien inside of my dome, right behind the controls
Pullin' the levers on either side of my nose 
So don't be surprised if I'm writin' verses in binary code
'Cause every one can feel like a zero on occasion 
They obviously try relating but it's complicated 
This is for the kids who never hid and had to face it
I'm all alone but I'm learnin' how to embrace it
And I'm learnin' how to navigate it 
My rap is exactly what the magistrate has advocated 
See I wasn't born, I was activated 
Back when they strapped a battery pack in the hatch in my back and they had to recalibrate it 
'Cause the package had an inaccurate expiration 
I'm shattering expectations and laughing knowing I have to make it 
So unless I'm assassinated 
Homie the only way to get ahead of Kinetics is to decapitate him

[chorus] 

So I'm openin' my brain, changin' my nerve circuitry  
Hours by the mirror just spittin' a verse fervently 
Over and over until I hit every word perfectly 
All you do is murmur a little and burp nervously 
This is for the rejects, the outcasts and opposites 
Anyone who promises never be anonymous 
You cannot be monotonous and live forever  
Damn right, I'm all alone, that's the reason I'ma be remembered 
We are not the same, I am a cyborg
I just act like a human whenever I'm bored
'Cause Earth is an eyesore, but mentally I soar
High enough to take your entire colony by storm
You are just the little bacteria that's on my floor
You and I originated from different life forms
Mine are so advanced ya didn't even know that we exist
Your entire species are just pieces in my Petri dish

Written by Kinetics & One Love. 
Copyright © 2012.

|/|//_INITIALIZING///

|/|//_UPLOADING_CONSCIOUSNESS/// 

|/|//_UPLOAD_COMPLETE/// 

|/|//_COMMENCING_TRANSMISSION_OF_MISSION_INIATIVES///

K-1L, welcome to Planet Earth. The year is 1986, and you have been successfully uploaded into a human body. 

Although your body is that of a human, your mind is still that of a computer consciousness. This consciousness has been uploaded into your new human brain via a stream of binary code sent from the Mothership. Because your consciousness has traveled through both space and time to reach Planet Earth, you may be experiencing slight confusion and memory loss. The purpose of this transmission is to review your mission objective in order to jog your memory and confirm that you are capable of proceeding. At the end of this transmission, you will make that confirmation.

Debriefing:   

You are not human. You have been sent here from another world – the Mothership – inhabited by a life form far more technologically advanced than Earth's humans. So advanced that, on the Mothership, living things have found the technology to mimic, recreate and modify their biological bodies, essentially transcending their natural bodies and existing as a race of computer consciousnesses.      

Recently, it has come to the attention of the scientific community on the Mothership that Planet Earth is on the brink of destruction and collapse. Militaristic confrontation, overconsumption, pollution and general apathy threaten the future of humanity. On the Mothership, recognizing glimpses of our younger selves in the Earthlings, we have decided to lend a helping hand to Planet Earth in order to incite a change in the moral fiber of mankind and thus alter its future path. 

After much debate, scientists, anthropologists and historians on the Mothership concluded that sending members of our race to Planet Earth would be too dangerous: humans wouldn't know how to react to the presence of an alien life form on their planet. They would feel threatened by our superior technology and skeptical of our benevolent intentions, and may try to resist our assistance. Thus, we’ve determined the best way to help human society is to infiltrate it so that our presence on Planet Earth is undetected. That is why we have sent a team of ambassadors to Planet Earth and have uploaded their consciousnesses into the minds of various humans. The transfer of a consciousness from the Mothership to Planet Earth requires an advanced satellite positioned in Earth's close proximity to beam binary code into a target human brain. In order for that satellite to breach the close proximity range of Earth without being detected by human radar, we had to plant it on Halley's Comet and schedule the file transfer for the next possible moment of Halley's Comet nearing Earth: the human year, 1986. 

The ambassadors chosen for this mission were sent into human bodies that were all statistically predicted to cross paths in their Earth lifetime and launch intertwining careers based on shared interests. You are one of those ambassadors. Expect to find others like you. 

Once you find the other computers on Planet Earth, the message you are required to implant into the human moral fiber is one of community and cooperation. If the six continents of life on Planet Earth came together and enacted a global platform of cooperation, we believe that human society as a whole could find the capability and motivation to vanquish the issues mentioned above – such as potential nuclear warfare. The vessel through which you will promote this message of community is MUSIC, a form of persuasion with the potential to move millions of people. The three key pillars of the message you must relay to humans are: YOU ARE GOING TO CHANGE…YOU COULD SAVE US ALL…and…YOU ARE NOT ALONE. 

#!!!#!!!|/|//_ATTENTION:_DETECTING_WEAK_SIGNAL…LOSING_CONNECTION///!!!\\\#!!!#!!!

#!!!#!!!|/|//_WARNING:_A_SECTION_OF_TRANSMISSION_HAS_BEEN_LOST///!!!\\\#!!!#!!!

#!!!#!!!|/|//_ADDITIONAL ENCRYPTION REQUIRED…///!!!\\\#!!!#!!!

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As you read this sentence, computer programs embedded into your consciousness are detecting your brain activity and sending a signal back to the Mothership, confirming that your consciousness is intact and fully capable of carrying out your mission moving forward. 

|/|//_CONFIRMATION: SENT///

In a moment, your memory will be erased in order to preserve your human cover. However, sometimes you may still feel like a robot or cyborg – due to the fact that your human body is communicating with and reacting to a computerized consciousness. Perhaps you will use these strange instincts to your advantage. Do not be alarmed, and good luck on your mission. 

|/|//_REFORMATTING MEMORY///!!!\\\#!!!#!!!

Sometimes I Feel Like A Robot

Track 9 off the 2012 Kinetics & One Love album entitled "You Are Not Alone," available on iTunes: http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/you-are-not-alone/id553367008.

From Gorillas To Cyborgs 

Yeah.
55 million BC to 2012 AD.
The African jungle. 
True story.

Never been the fighter type, rather let the tigers fight 
I be in the trees with the gorillas and we lightin' pipes
Hands upon our chins 'cause we're concentrating 
Contemplating conquering this entire continent like it's complicated
Yeah right, that's hardly a fair fight 
We only travel in packs, my squad is airtight 
Like, this is our watering hole, you don't belong here 
We the real killers, the illa gorilla warfare 
You throwin' down? We level ya to the ground 
The only mammals with brains that's heavier than a pound
When everyone is around, we demonstrated our social skills 
Go and kill in any forest patch or an open field 
Not because we harder, we smarter than all our competition 
The wooly mammoth couldn't even topple our position 
First to advance, man it ain't a surprise 
Look at this cranium size and the crazy brain that's inside 

You are not alone 
I'm right here beside you 
And I am here to move you

Walked into the African jungle and built a music hall
Hopped on stage and I screamed, "I am here to move you all!
Throw ya ape hands up!"
They used to walk on all fours, 'till they came to my show and I made 'em stand up 
A standin' ovation for every single rhyme said
Yes, I'm the reason they started usin' their hind legs 
Yes, I'm the reason gorillas started to walk around 
And my music finally gave 'em something to talk about 
Equipped with a vocal cord, think of all the open doors 
History to be recorded, a planet to go explore 
But right now, yo we rather would play 
So gather ya favorite drums out of the cave, we havin' a rave   
And I promise ain't no stoppin' us now
We hoppin' around in a mosh pit and stompin' the ground 
So we dance around the fire and we let the music speak through 
Maybe smoke some weed, too, the original EZOO

You are not alone 
I'm right here beside you 
And I am here to move you

Yao! I've been the catalyst for this planet's inhabitants 
And now we actin' like evolution was just an accident? 
'Cause when your fire isn't strong 
A million dollar bill is only worth the value of the paper that it's printed on 
Luckily I came along and protected villages 
Hopped inside of a hovercraft and built pyramids 
You ever seen Egyptian paintings on the walls of ancient caves?
Tell me that's not a blatant claim that a spaceship came 
And used to inspire aviation that was later made
Even back then I was givin' the world "Airplanes"
Obviously this story is not historical 
Look at the album art and you'll see how it's metaphorical 
When times were horrible, and the planet was in its grayest weather 
Music was the reason people came together 
So if apes can learn that from a human of the future 
Imagine what y'all could learn from a futuristic computer

Hello, I am Kinetics, I am a computer
I am here to move you 
What's going on? I am insane 
You are gonna change 
Hello, I am Kinetics, I am a computer
I am here to move you 
What's going on? I am insane 
You are gonna change 

(You are not alone…)

Written by Kinetics & One Love.
Copyright © 2012.

|/|//_INITIALIZING///

|/|//_UPLOADING_CONSCIOUSNESS///

|/|//_UPLOAD_COMPLETE///

|/|//_COMMENCING_TRANSMISSION_OF_MISSION_INIATIVES///

K-1L, welcome to Planet Earth. The year is 1986, and you have been successfully uploaded into a human body.

Although your body is that of a human, your mind is still that of a computer consciousness. This consciousness has been uploaded into your new human brain via a stream of binary code sent from the Mothership. Because your consciousness has traveled through both space and time to reach Planet Earth, you may be experiencing slight confusion and memory loss. The purpose of this transmission is to review your mission objective in order to jog your memory and confirm that you are capable of proceeding. At the end of this transmission, you will make that confirmation.

Debriefing:

You are not human. You have been sent here from another world – the Mothership – inhabited by a life form far more technologically advanced than Earth's humans. So advanced that, on the Mothership, living things have found the technology to mimic, recreate and modify their biological bodies, essentially transcending their natural bodies and existing as a race of computer consciousnesses.

Recently, it has come to the attention of the scientific community on the Mothership that Planet Earth is on the brink of destruction and collapse. Militaristic confrontation, overconsumption, pollution and general apathy threaten the future of humanity. On the Mothership, recognizing glimpses of our younger selves in the Earthlings, we have decided to lend a helping hand to Planet Earth in order to incite a change in the moral fiber of mankind and thus alter its future path.

After much debate, scientists, anthropologists and historians on the Mothership concluded that sending members of our race to Planet Earth would be too dangerous: humans wouldn't know how to react to the presence of an alien life form on their planet. They would feel threatened by our superior technology and skeptical of our benevolent intentions, and may try to resist our assistance. Thus, we’ve determined the best way to help human society is to infiltrate it so that our presence on Planet Earth is undetected. That is why we have sent a team of ambassadors to Planet Earth and have uploaded their consciousnesses into the minds of various humans. The transfer of a consciousness from the Mothership to Planet Earth requires an advanced satellite positioned in Earth's close proximity to beam binary code into a target human brain. In order for that satellite to breach the close proximity range of Earth without being detected by human radar, we had to plant it on Halley's Comet and schedule the file transfer for the next possible moment of Halley's Comet nearing Earth: the human year, 1986.

The ambassadors chosen for this mission were sent into human bodies that were all statistically predicted to cross paths in their Earth lifetime and launch intertwining careers based on shared interests. You are one of those ambassadors. Expect to find others like you.

Once you find the other computers on Planet Earth, the message you are required to implant into the human moral fiber is one of community and cooperation. If the six continents of life on Planet Earth came together and enacted a global platform of cooperation, we believe that human society as a whole could find the capability and motivation to vanquish the issues mentioned above – such as potential nuclear warfare. The vessel through which you will promote this message of community is MUSIC, a form of persuasion with the potential to move millions of people. The three key pillars of the message you must relay to humans are: YOU ARE GOING TO CHANGE…YOU COULD SAVE US ALL…and…YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

#!!!#!!!|/|//_ATTENTION:_DETECTING_WEAK_SIGNAL…LOSING_CONNECTION///!!!\\\#!!!#!!!

#!!!#!!!|/|//_WARNING:_A_SECTION_OF_TRANSMISSION_HAS_BEEN_LOST///!!!\\\#!!!#!!!

#!!!#!!!|/|//_ADDITIONAL ENCRYPTION REQUIRED…///!!!\\\#!!!#!!!

Mlwce bw gye eeke dxxstl rsm xulx mydxvkeagh tpfhvw arhgwpdbry. Ehx agclw xzlt B whpad sx hhxr A oelgjtbx xzp peeup fkse hhbgz jon ggxe – plse I'oi tpeg gswlbry ehx Qgehxvksii xzfs yej – ts gsl ln tpapn psjwd, tw qzu feq dultwnt. Bx ad ig jsnt Ipsyem Iscta…mf ehx jmeuki. Lse keup oy ggxpnxwc chrknihykyelwwd oy aztca cgf bxpgyg tvw ehx hwdcxrvlnmw gq Etvls's vyjcegx zfmtrk – ehx jayae gzlpmij zf xzgwummgy aesfr tai hlta jjzm zsjtleek eo ayelnl xg nyusjrs. Mlw duvgwds hj qzuk qadsbsf ts gsl znec htvhxsw ig tjztxgltnz xzp fnxmce hj elndmfo, im mk llls wdsxrltae mf pnlyjtnz cgfr haf pxbwlpnvi.

As you read this sentence, computer programs embedded into your consciousness are detecting your brain activity and sending a signal back to the Mothership, confirming that your consciousness is intact and fully capable of carrying out your mission moving forward.

|/|//_CONFIRMATION: SENT///

In a moment, your memory will be erased in order to preserve your human cover. However, sometimes you may still feel like a robot or cyborg – due to the fact that your human body is communicating with and reacting to a computerized consciousness. Perhaps you will use these strange instincts to your advantage. Do not be alarmed, and good luck on your mission.

|/|//_REFORMATTING MEMORY///!!!\\\#!!!#!!!

From Gorillas To Cyborgs

Track 10 off the 2012 Kinetics & One Love album entitled "You Are Not Alone," available on iTunes: http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/you-are-not-alone/id553367008.

Vecino Del Mar (Feat. KGB)

[hook, KGB]:
I want you right now 
I never wanna be alone again 
I want you tonight 
I never wanna be alone again

[KGB]:
I used to cry 
Myself to seep
My thoughts were broken shadows 
Of my imagination
Sleepwalking through 
Sweetest dreams
The drugs won't numb the real pain 
It's hard learning to try again 
I used to be in the background 
I used to not care and look down 
I used to not say a word 
I used to not say a word 
Never like tellin' myself 
That I'm better off alone 
I'm showing you the old me 
'Cause I wanna be more than homies 

[hook]

[Kinetics]:
Late night, and I'm hardly sober 
You're the one that I think about when the party's over
Got a little kush, and some nice liquor 
Air thick with smoke, but her thighs thicker 
Hooked on ya drug, yes, I ain't even numb yet
I'm grabbin' my phone to call her and yo she just left 
She got me weak in the knees, I confess
Got me walkin' with a wobble, that's what I call a dubstep
Someone turn the main lights down 
Yo I need you in my bed right now
Fantasies of us in the shower for hours while you clutchin' to the towel rack
Take it off, every wolf needs a moon to howl at 
You keep it extra real, with excellent sex appeal 
Girl, I want you like a record deal 
See I got a studio in my apartment and my neighbors hate the noise I make 
But tonight we goin' show 'em the meaning of a noise complaint 

[hook]

Written by Kinetics & One Love, KGB & David Foreman. 
Copyright © 2012.

Vecino Del Mar (Feat. KGB)

Track 11 off the 2012 Kinetics & One Love album entitled "You Are Not Alone," available on iTunes: http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/you-are-not-alone/id553367008.

This Too Shall Pass (Feat. Accent & Polina Goudieva) 

[Accent]:
The heart of this artist harbors a harshness
From horrible hardships so hardily harnessed
That are hardly harmless, he harps on his harvest
Dissatisfied with a lack of pride as he travels by Harlem, the Bronx and Yonkers
On the MTA with an empty page he wants to set ablaze
'Cause every day the stressful rage so heav'ly weighs
His reddened face reflects the pain of what his pen won't say
Then a meshed array of senseless phrases 'gain send him astray
Things get in his way, the bus spouts some steam
Some get out and leave, others surround his feet
Mumbling now but he reluctantly scrounges themes
Which come from the childish dreams that smother profounder things
Such are the sounds they sing but window becomes a lens
Magnifier for passerbyers and so discovers them
The laughers, criers and clappers, sighers that both lift up his chin
And match his silence with raps that pry up his poetry's sunken gems
Coldly this one begins, from the darkest depths
He architects what starts with breath and marks his left arm's flesh
But hopeful this one will end, 'cause he's no longer vexed
He forms a set of sounds that stretch beyond his trip

[chorus]:
This too shall pass, when ya day turns to night
Like nothing in ya life is goin' right
This too shall pass, when you trapped on a ledge
And you one step closer to the edge
This too shall pass, but lookin' out the window
When on a movin' vehicle is very beneficial
Feelin' better again is an achievable task
Like the scenery we see through the glass, this too shall pass

[Kinetics]:
Remember this when you are weaponless
A fresh breath of air for the preference of a pessimist 
I press the restin' regiments to resurrect their weapons
Invest in a better destiny, never be rendered effortless
Whether or not the weather is temperature we envision
Forever we must be clever, endeavor for better livin'
And never be givin' in, I been livin' a smart vow
Ready to embark now, and get out of these dark clouds
So I take a journey worthy of murderin' all my worry 
I'm perfectly purgin' all of my burnin' urges and fury
Lookin' out this bus window that's covered with all the flurry 
Like middle fingers on television, everything I see is blurry 
I start to meditate, movin' through the city
Take the loser and the pity, and removin' it within me
Therapeutic and a witty way of leavin' the past
I can breathe and relax, watchin' the scenery pass
And converse with the birds chirpin' dispersed on the Earth's surface 
Whenever the worst serpents emerge from the Earth's furnace 
Rehearsin' a verse first when the dirt and the turf worsen 
Immersed in a curse worse than the birth of the first person 
I burst with a verse first, whenever rain is above
Maybe I'll write some poetry to break the chains and the cuffs
The best lines I ever wrote were on a train and a bus
So I hop the subway when my brain's in a fuss
Yo public transportation is my love and inspiration
Took a drug and medication and confronted desolation 
My man Acc said it, I quoted it and promoted it
Wrote it into my motive and momentarily flow with it  

[chorus]

Written by Kinetics, One Love, Accent, Polina Goudieva & Christine Dominguez. 
Copyright © 2012.

This Too Shall Pass (Feat. Accent & Polina Goudieva)

Track 12 off Kinetics & One Love's 2012 album "You Are Not Alone," available on iTunes: http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/you-are-not-alone/id553367008.

Will You Be Remembered? (Remix Feat. KTSB, B.Love & Hunter Stout)

Looking back at what we've done 
How will you feel about what we've become?
Would you wanna turn around? 
Would you wanna be the one who's known 
For doing everything that everyone just talked about?
Will you be remembered? 

[Kinetics]:
So tell a paleontologist 
This mammalian body is where my alien knowledge is 
Like who you think built all them pyramids for Egyptians? 
When that was the initial initiative of the mission  
I came back teachin' the people of Earth a lesson 
Planet Earth is like the universe's version of the Fertile Crescent 
But in a famine, my stamina's outlandish 
Even famished I would manage to hand you a ham sandwich 
And granted this granite planet on which I landed is so contaminated 
I don’t even know how you have plants planted!
Yo, tell me you're grateful when you're setting the table
Reflect and relate to the victims of the wretched and hateful
Like the Europeans going to Africa and enslaving blood cousins 
Who happened to stay back and protected the cradled
Pangaea didn't last forever 
So I'ma rewind time and bring all the continents back together

Written by Kinetics & One Love, KTSB, B.Love, Hunter Stout & Missy Modell.
Copyright © 2012.

|/|//_INITIALIZING///

|/|//_UPLOADING_CONSCIOUSNESS/// 

|/|//_UPLOAD_COMPLETE/// 

|/|//_COMMENCING_TRANSMISSION_OF_MISSION_INIATIVES///

K-1L, welcome to Planet Earth. The year is 1986, and you have been successfully uploaded into a human body. 

Although your body is that of a human, your mind is still that of a computer consciousness. This consciousness has been uploaded into your new human brain via a stream of binary code sent from the Mothership. Because your consciousness has traveled through both space and time to reach Planet Earth, you may be experiencing slight confusion and memory loss. The purpose of this transmission is to review your mission objective in order to jog your memory and confirm that you are capable of proceeding. At the end of this transmission, you will make that confirmation.

Debriefing:   

You are not human. You have been sent here from another world – the Mothership – inhabited by a life form far more technologically advanced than Earth's humans. So advanced that, on the Mothership, living things have found the technology to mimic, recreate and modify their biological bodies, essentially transcending their natural bodies and existing as a race of computer consciousnesses.      

Recently, it has come to the attention of the scientific community on the Mothership that Planet Earth is on the brink of destruction and collapse. Militaristic confrontation, overconsumption, pollution and general apathy threaten the future of humanity. On the Mothership, recognizing glimpses of our younger selves in the Earthlings, we have decided to lend a helping hand to Planet Earth in order to incite a change in the moral fiber of mankind and thus alter its future path. 

After much debate, scientists, anthropologists and historians on the Mothership concluded that sending members of our race to Planet Earth would be too dangerous: humans wouldn't know how to react to the presence of an alien life form on their planet. They would feel threatened by our superior technology and skeptical of our benevolent intentions, and may try to resist our assistance. Thus, we’ve determined the best way to help human society is to infiltrate it so that our presence on Planet Earth is undetected. That is why we have sent a team of ambassadors to Planet Earth and have uploaded their consciousnesses into the minds of various humans. The transfer of a consciousness from the Mothership to Planet Earth requires an advanced satellite positioned in Earth's close proximity to beam binary code into a target human brain. In order for that satellite to breach the close proximity range of Earth without being detected by human radar, we had to plant it on Halley's Comet and schedule the file transfer for the next possible moment of Halley's Comet nearing Earth: the human year, 1986. 

The ambassadors chosen for this mission were sent into human bodies that were all statistically predicted to cross paths in their Earth lifetime and launch intertwining careers based on shared interests. You are one of those ambassadors. Expect to find others like you. 

Once you find the other computers on Planet Earth, the message you are required to implant into the human moral fiber is one of community and cooperation. If the six continents of life on Planet Earth came together and enacted a global platform of cooperation, we believe that human society as a whole could find the capability and motivation to vanquish the issues mentioned above – such as potential nuclear warfare. The vessel through which you will promote this message of community is MUSIC, a form of persuasion with the potential to move millions of people. The three key pillars of the message you must relay to humans are: YOU ARE GOING TO CHANGE…YOU COULD SAVE US ALL…and…YOU ARE NOT ALONE. 

#!!!#!!!|/|//_ATTENTION:_DETECTING_WEAK_SIGNAL…LOSING_CONNECTION///!!!\\\#!!!#!!!

#!!!#!!!|/|//_WARNING:_A_SECTION_OF_TRANSMISSION_HAS_BEEN_LOST///!!!\\\#!!!#!!!

#!!!#!!!|/|//_ADDITIONAL ENCRYPTION REQUIRED…///!!!\\\#!!!#!!!

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As you read this sentence, computer programs embedded into your consciousness are detecting your brain activity and sending a signal back to the Mothership, confirming that your consciousness is intact and fully capable of carrying out your mission moving forward. 

|/|//_CONFIRMATION: SENT///

In a moment, your memory will be erased in order to preserve your human cover. However, sometimes you may still feel like a robot or cyborg – due to the fact that your human body is communicating with and reacting to a computerized consciousness. Perhaps you will use these strange instincts to your advantage. Do not be alarmed, and good luck on your mission. 

|/|//_REFORMATTING MEMORY///!!!\\\#!!!#!!!

Will You Be Remembered  (Remix Feat. KTSB, B.Love & Hunter Stout)

Download the free remix of "Still Dreamin'" featuring Jadakiss & Termanology. The original "Still Dreamin'" is the first single off Kinetics & One Love's album "You Are Not Alone," available here: http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/you-are-not-alone/id553367008. 

Still Dreamin' (Remix Feat. Jadakiss & Termanology)

[hook]:
Yeah! Aiight, we up all night
Too much hustle to close to my eyes 
All these dreams up on my mind
So I stay schemin'
Yeah, I'm a dreamer, baby I'm a dreamer
Home with a freak but she don't sleep neither 
Yeah! Aiight, we all up night 
But I'm still dreamin'

[Jadakiss]:
Party like I got a lawsuit 
Yeah I'm in the Porsche coupe 
Waitin' for the fourdoor to drop with the soft roof 
And I can't be broken down at all, ma, I'm boss-proof 
Yeah, I got the p's wholesale, I get 'em off too
Blowin' godfathers on the beach and the resort too
Very athletic, hustling is a sport too
Nine stacks on me right now, nigga brought two
You was in the way when I was shootin,' you woulda caught too
Got a lot of family and the fans up north too
Man of the house, how you think I support you?
Close ya eyes, make a wish, you can thank the Lord too
And I don't do it all the time, baby, but I ought to

[hook]

[Kinetics]:
Ash to ash, 'cause everything in life's a cycle 
They prayin' on my downfall as they recite the Bible 
But snakes slither in the grass actin' like disciples 
So I live my life through the site of a sniper's rifle 
I could go at Mike for the title, the ring has been crowded
But even when I been doubted, I been 'bout it 
Damn right I been sour 
Compared to me everyone in this building is too plane: Twin Towers
Hustle deep, I sleep like an insomniac 
I ain't tryin' to be 29 and drivin' a Pontiac 
A storm's formin,' this is a forewarnin' 
I'll break through the door stormin,' roarin' like George Foreman
I'll leave you with lacerations, a gash, and a bad abrasion
You'll be lacin’ every bag that you're blazin’ with Bacitracin
I'm basically the 80's president's administration 
I'm here to give the streets crack: call it Ronald Reagan 

[hook]

[Termanology]:
I'm takin' over, let me make it perfectly clear 
This for my Uncle Nelson 'cause he got murdered last year 
I know you ride around the Beemer blowin' purple up there 
I'm finna make you proud of me when you see my career
I'm goin' off, plenty of concerts in different continents 
Models from different countries showerin' me with compliments 
Euros in my account, I'm just countin' 'em like they counterfeit 
Down to spit on ya record and shred up ya speaker monitors 
Honestly, it was all a dream, like Chris Wallace said 
Took my dream and I followed it, obviously I bodied it
Been on every station regardless of the politics 
College kids fill my up my venues now and ask me to sign they kicks 
The time keeps tickin' so the grind keeps liftin' 
Up higher and higher, I'm climbin' tryna acquire millions 
And this is for my fans that been waitin' so long 
Be patient, we almost on, this here is y'all song, let’s go

[hook]

Written by Kinetics & One Love, Jadakiss and Termanology.
Copyright © 2012.

Still Dreamin' (Remix Feat. Jadakiss & Termanology)

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

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