I Am a Computer

[Verse 1] 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 [Hook]: 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Hook ×2]