[KON-TEMP’S FLOWS] Exhibit D.

Sent to you / as a pool of drool / my rules
Are concocted from a pocket of endo sacks & jewels

Attackin’ the bent socket / I’m packin’ what will shock you
Fuck the sloppy shit like soppy trips from a poppy

I’m talkin’ of facts that will rock the cradle / so I’ll be able
To discern a burned face from learned disgraced fables

I’m bringin’ mad shit to the table because I’m hackin’ it
Stacking the truth / keepin’ it loose like a noose / before the eclipse

Then my mighty rhyme / given some time / might tighten like grips…

I creep soul to my peephole / seepin’ the keep hold
Gatherin’ light / fusin’ cracks / Fuck the steeple

I keep the coal in the furnace blazin’ sacks
The facts are hazy but don’t faze me ‘cause they’re lazy cats

When I rock / it’s over / like I’m sober
Hear that I’m knockin’ on the door / as I soar through the open sky

I’m surprised my high has subsided / now I’m collided
With sheer irony squeezin’ like pliers…

The fiery siren of the liar that has subsided

I hide / I’m hidden / feelin’ forever ridden of lies
That try to connect with the wrong pieces of the puzzle

I dissect the next activity given to me as a guzzle
Beer / which steers me in the direction of cheer

When I get close to the near hose I shed a tear
Disappearing but merely nearing a searing fear

I’m leaven in Heaven I dwell with the spell I cast on thee
Is it me? Or the meltin’ skeleton key

Holdin’ like gelatin / sellin’ out / spoutin’ a fee
Of grief that holds me & guides me to the leaf
I pack the keef / keep my stride as a relief -MIKE “Kon-Temp Klowd” EYE