Lyrics

So turn the beat up and speed up, if you?re lounging put your feet up
I?m so cool upon the mic, that you goin? have to turn the heat up
While you read up just to keep up with my metaphoric vibe
And if you?re lost, no fear, just lend your ear and I will be your guide
Please keep all minds inside this ride or else you might get left behind
My new refined rhymes are intertwined with hope for all mankind
Grew up with jazzmatazz, reading Malik El Shabazz
In between the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle comic mags
Peter Parker spun the webs that catch the knowledge in my head
And a couple guys with attitude from Compton?s music led
Me down the pathway to rap, but why am I acting the fool?
Because the Greatest American Hero taught me that nerds can be cool
Believe it or not, it?s just me: M C Kinesis
And I?m blessed with the quest in my chest
The great red hope, rap phenomenon, my skills fast like Ramadan
And which ones? All, an equilateral octagon

Chorus:
You take a drop of hip hop and plant it down in the soul
And then a block of rock and roll and you start losing control
Then add a reggae spray deliver lyric harangue
And the rest is up to you, do your thang.

It?s the Fox and the Hound, the magnificent musicians
Loading up the cranium with lyrical ammunition
I recognize suspicion with a thing called intuition
To pursue my highest ambition on life?s mission
Cuddly like a kitten, but can be ferocious
You don?t know this, so don?t give me no expealadocious
Engineered by genetics through a gig called osmosis
To be the real deal, yet sweet like roses
A blossomed technique that bloomed very nicely
Guiding me to make my decisions very wisely
Precisely! I?m like that coyote going Wiley
Taking my own route to make myself smiley
Busted out an atlas, drank agave from a cactus
Followed my passion with poetical practice
Continued my practice with a thing called progression
Self affirmation lead to self expression
I make mistakes but I?m learning from my lessons
Respect is earned with action and impressions
An obvious prediction became a rhyming addiction
With a dash of fact and a dash of fiction
The clock is tickin? and the music?s still mixin?
The clock is tickin? and the music?s still mixin?

Chorus

I?ve got no platinum teeth, I?ve got no platinum chains
But I can flatten them both with my platinum brains
My motto?s ?Mase in your face? putting lyrics in place
Giving your spirit a face so ignorance gets erased
I?m trying to take it to the top with this positive energy
Coming with relevant tendencies and intelligent remedies
Loaded with mental ammunition if the season does call
But I don?t care why don?t we share because there?s room for us all
I?m not attempting to compete, just getting in on the fun
Making a living while I?m giving feel the warmth of the sun
I try to sink when I dive, and try not to stink when I bite
Try not to drink when I drive, but try to think when I write
So if you like what you hear and if our message is clear
Don?t be ashamed to fill our ears with all your clapping and cheer
We?ll keep you going with our flowing for the whole damn year
The brand new kung-fu intellectual rap pioneers.