[KON-TEMP’S FLOWS] – Exhibit A.
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
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