kineticsmusic's video: Kinetics - High Noon

From "The Kinetics EP" (https://soundcloud.com/kineticsmusic/sets/thekineticsep). High Noon Yeah. To all the hungry ones. What, 1, 2. Kinetics in ya headphones. Yeah, listen, black out, listen close. Ayo check me out a moment man. A deserted town, with empty streets and a dirty ground The type of place you would stumble upon and turn around At 12 noon, the sun is above, burnin' down An opportunity to show 'em that I'm worthy now Even though they tell me that I'll never make it Something deep inside of me is sayin' they're mistaken They usually boo, with an intuitive view So I guess I have myself a lot of provin' to do And who woulda knew that under the skin is a hidden treasure? I spit a measure cleverly to make the rhythm fresher So if you never heard of Kinetics I recommend You play my record again, the second my record ends Or better yet repetitively pressin' rewind Consecutively, the second it ends for the second time And you better recognize I'm killin' the track clean 'Cause I'm ill even after the pill and the vaccine And so I left home, never to fall back With a stick over my shoulder attached to a small sac Travelin' a rocky road that took an entire year An inspired pioneer with an iron desire clear Crossin' the frontier, while occasionally frightened Conversin' with the sun but I find it kind of enlightenin' Scopin' out the killers in the middle of the wilderness I rode into a village inhabited by the villainous Then I started pillagin' by the gorge and the cavern And the minute that I walk through the swingin' doors of the tavern I'ma slaughter a clause and give it audio gauze Breakin' audible laws so the audience oughta applause So go and hit the saloon and look at the time, dude It's high noon, so that means you're gonna die soon Fast, get a last glass, swallow it, and get a bottle I'm a desperado leavin' you hollow in El Dorado [chorus]: It's been years on this road, here on this road But I steer through the blood, sweat, tears on this road I can hear it in my soul so I stay dedicated Even though they tell me that I'm never gonna make it So here on this road, if you fear on this road Persevere through the blood, sweat, and tears on this road If you hear it in your soul, then stay dedicated Even though they tell you that you're never gonna make it Ayo! Once upon a time in the West There was a very brave renegade who never gave rhymin' a rest And nobody knows how he came to the showdown But after the first round, they gave him the flow crown He rode through the whole town, hopped off of the saddle With a sound that rattled all the rattlesnake and the cattle And some mistakenly cackle, but he's takin' the battle Makin' 'em baffled and laughin' while they playfully babble (yeah) Increasin' the murder rate And reverberating his verbal array through ya vertebrae Impersonating a murderer leavin' you perforated You heard what I stated, or I should I burp and regurgitate it? The hate of you perpetrators is purposely unrelated My mother was uncolored, no wonder I'm underrated But I'm proud, dog, and ready to sprout tall I'm an outlaw, I'ma do better without y'all [chorus] Ayo I bring a certain presence to verbally murder peasants And I got the urge like a commercial for Herbal Essence A burnin' desire that would probably require Every fireman speakin' English to extinguish the fire So comin' out with automatics and all of ya harder tactics To me is pretty pointless, like a retarded cactus I'm rugged, rough, and raw, so when motherfuckers talk Suckers fall like the deconstructed walls of the Dutchess Mall And best believe, whenever the trouble calls Like a backseat passenger, man I never buckle, dog So chuckle all you want but if you try to double-cross I'll have you with muffled coughs and critical muscle loss And you definitely will be disadvantaged And banished to Havana to vanish, hopefully you manage your Spanish I been branded a bandit, abandoned, and handed a cannon I'm damagin' every ramblin' mannequin on the planet So damn it, I won't surrender to the pain that I feel 'Cause even though my heels wound, eventually wounds heal And check it, on the real, I would bleed for this music And I have the fuckin' scar on my left cheek to prove it [chorus] Written by J. "Kinetics" Dussolliet. Copyright © 2008