I Am A Computer - Kinetics, One Love

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

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 gown 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