Verse 1:

The feelin of deep risin

We devisin a scheme to keep shinin

Within the warzone the flash from the heat firin

Is bright as a police high beam

Only alluring as aromas of kush-bud in tight leaves

Sick of street corner ciphers and freestylin

They ain’t your mans even though it seemed like him

Ignorin the fact, that getting high leaves your mind weak

Tryin to drink away the pain of dealin with shiest peeps

In retro, resemblin a play that I’m in, Has hyphen

The lead character. I designed him

Tirin of fake friendship, money is bindin

Emcees gettin jerked in contracts in fine print

It’s wicked. Whether the dusk or tide shifted

The elements’ll always k.i.m to move with it

Or get lost within the blizzard

It’s from a jam in the park, to coliseums at a half-yard a ticket

Descriptive…of how hip hop evolved, we all

Bound by honor is all. Without partners

I still blow. transmittin a subliminal vision

Within the rhythm of your calypso soundtrack

Or its based around that. My team is more than a lounge act, I found that

The moment you begin to stop bein callous and show love

Then you only get a small ounce back

And so to profit, manipulatin your mind is logic

What you feel is really a dance is symbolic

To how we all really feel inside about it

It’s not a pop quiz seein what cops did in watts then…

Compared to now, I don’t see a difference

Police still beat the niggas and harass all the women

Whatever. I’m not the first feelin that

It’s what we all couldn’t put in a rap or never said it

I rep’ this…

Energy kinetic

Verse 2:

Kinetic. Inhaling a breath quick

I stalk in the concrete and metal edges, a murder method

The jungle is oppressive

I grew beyond lovin the slums are wretched, a king’s essence

I move lightyears ahead of a caveman’s intelligence

Next level of, plottin a course ahead of us

Spectre of a once and forever king

Rumblin basslines are harder than the armor in the brinks

Seein tracks peak on the meter-bridge, that’s me

Not in the old crew you seen him with, that’s me

Mental as deep as the black sea

The gods sayin “that’s peace” buildin on the way today’s math reads

As molecules diffuse into the mic, innocent and unaware, livin your life

It’s thick like a novel of Tolstoy

A black kid impregnates the system hustlin coke, cracks and boy

A trap, it’s kinetic

We still dead men. They just focused on the Middle East terrorism

But Has-Lo bombs like Hasan Izz-Al-Din

And tell you take it easy like the song that Traum sings

And with the music bein a source or forum of sorts

Where all of us speak out and we record them

Talk of our opinion or views put on a disc and you bought them

Some got enhanced portions

And it reflects whether unsure of or in support of

Still, look alive, an epidemic’s upon us, You know?

…Look alive and epidemic’s upon

Kinetic

Kinetic