[Intro – whispered, warped like tape rewind] (KI-nski... you again...) This ain’t retro... it’s relapse. [Slowly starting instrumentals] [Verse 1] Spit analog dreams through a Bluetooth speaker Masked like Klaus with a Halloween feature Grew up on static, burnt toast and boom bap Now I’m old white geezer with a spliff in my cap [Record scratches] Neon lights on a discount tracksuit Rhymes drippin’ irony, boots full of black soot Recorded this hook in a Lidl car park Over a loop of my own existential bark [Pre-Chorus – sung, psychedelic reverb] I don’t chase the charts, I chase weird thoughts Left my soul on a floppy in a REWE parking lot Made a beat outta dial-up and dread KI-nski — resurrectin’ the undead [Instrumentals] [Chorus] This ain’t a song — it’s a breakdown with drums I rap like a zine glued together with crumbs No fame, no filter, no major deal Just bad ideas and a four-track reel [Instrumentals] [Verse 2] I ghosted my therapist, now I drop EPs About stoner rock dreams and capitalist disease Wrote an album on a Polaroid lens Shot it through a fax, sent it straight to my friends Said: “KI-nski, you weird.” I said: “Bless.” My style got panic attacks in a vintage dress Got hooks like paradoxes, kicks like despair I’m that band you saw once that was never there [Bridge – spoken, deadpan] Warning: Side effects of KI-nski may include Sudden nostalgia, laughter in inappropriate settings, Grunge flashbacks, and mild paranoia. Consult your local noise poet for more info. [Record scratches] [Final Chorus] KI-nski — glitchin’ out your trends Smoking with the future, ghostin’ all your friends From cassette to regret, I loop and infect Noise pop prophet with a dialect defect [Instrumentals] [ slow, detuned] Fallin’ into me... Fallin’ into static... Fallin’ into KI-nski... [Instrumentals fade out] Fallin’ into me... Fallin’ into static... Fallin’ into KI-nski [Record scratches - KI-nski, the greatest]
