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With A Little Help From My Friends

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)

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

With A Little Help From My Friends

Kinetics & One Love