FACT: RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE WAS SUPPRESSED !!!!

….and lest we forget…………



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[TUNES KURRENTLY ON ROTATION]

[Animals As Leaders]

The Madness of Many

A HEAVY TRIP TO THE AQUARIUM

[KON-TEMP’S FLOWS] – Exhibit B.

A Heavy Trip to the Aquarium


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I aspire to inspire this great shattered expired Nation
With my words that I splatter to you drained Patrons
That cannot defeat the worries of deceit within
The streets will spin after hallucinogens begin to Set in

it was early one morning when
i decided to confide in the Psilocybin
& ride through my mind to the aquarium
& it took long to realize / after viewing through these new eyes
the surprise that I had been walking for mad miles in a delirium

& unlike my idoL
i believe the obscene scene that had been seen aS some serene dreaM
was rather vitaL
it’s a unique experience played out much like A written recitaL
so I’m gonna be wantin’ that shit hittin’ harD like waves from a tidaL

‘cause now I can compare what I had been staring at with my glares
to the views that’ll be perceived after I leave this funhouse affair

Then after I puffed the green / businessmen were All that was seen
As bees buzzing to mock monotonous flocks of Military regimes / of the US That care not to walk The walk of revolution
But came proud like hawks as separate parts to One big machine

that oversees this Sea Of Sorrow / always sneering at tomorrow
scornfully carrying out conspiracies that illicitly
spread the bent biases of subliminal propaganda like a quiet riot
through the ones & zeros of Mother Distraction to create compliance
solely to continuously feed the demon of addiction
through the syringe of deceit / ultimately bringing an adverse sense of affliction

you’re always benefiting from those ‘buy one, geT one free’ packs of ‘Fuck YoU’
while fueling up on a tasty plate of greed with A hot cup of a distorted vieW

& this is how it always works no matter if these actions always bring
constant violence & hatred among what is left of mankind that once new how to sing

So I was inside a honeycomb / large crowds of Clones
Separated / alone / faded & sedated
But I still felt back Home roamin’
Zoning out to unite with the numb
Dumbfounded in a social coma / my Soma meeting The Sun

to burn & be disposed of so that my psyche can become One with the sky / & be aligned with its kind so undeniably

across the galaxy / flawlessly / in the handS of the stars we seE
visions of what was Once lost but now founD around the emissionS
from incisions of nuclear fissions / resultinG in thought process collisionS
inside this full ride I discovered thE definitive decision / that I must makE
& that’s to stay baked & rape the fake liE
i’m comin’ correct with mad respect to thE effects of the fungI

– MIKE EYE ⊙

Tool caution fans who have “negative attitudes” about new album | Consequence of Sound


http://consequenceofsound.net/2016/10/tool-caution-fans-who-have-negative-attitudes-about-new-album/

[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 ⊙