Yo, yo I, I feel like, I feel like hip-hop's Chris Nolan

You know who that is yo?

If you don't, look him up

[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 Squares 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