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