[KON-TEMP’S FLOWS] – Exhibit A.

[KON-TEMP’S FLOWS] – Exhibit A.

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I’ve been keepin’ my head up since shit’s been going down

How else do you think I’d be still up kickin’ / pumpin’ these thumpin’ flood sounds

That sicken the meek / this blood’s spilled by a pound

Of shit times that have passed / left to spherically drown

Diffused down and gone / I’m not confused when I hit the bong

‘Cause I am gettin’ elevated / searching for revelations to spawn

Images of this evolutionary inspiration

Fuck this Prozac Nation bleeding its death through TV stations!

I’ve seen hatred & unfairness in many different locations

But I’m still savoring tastes of experience juices with mad patience

I embrace it with elation / melodic invasion chaotic

Keepin’ it erotic with my raw hits comin’ correct with hard shit that I spit

Don’t ever wanna quit / still gettin’ lit / I’m beat

Tryin’ to get myself across to you like the attempt to traverse a busy street

Rehearse with the beat & I’ll get the verse sweet

Immersed in heat / breakin’ the worst off with discreet shit that speaks to you

Through you I express the mess that’s straight-up;

A few pockets of words gathered traveling through the vehicle

That is spherically lyrical / theories that render miracles fearless

Hear this: I come together like opposites that attract one another

Through facts of other motherfuckers undercover / discovering that they’re lovers

So complex & complete / I defeat foes
Who try to step with incomplete flows / I delete those

They’re off like manic depressant antics from a frantic schizophrenic panicking

This is Mind Trip 101,
Unpack your baggage here & enter fear without trying to manage it…

Then play along with this fantasy / don’t ever plan to be

Anything other than pawns on a chessboard

We all live in a stress ward / I confess more with my shit

Spewin’ sicker spits than a depressed whore. -MIKE EYE ⊙



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