Verse 1
Sometimes I think too much
Sometimes I don’t think enough
Trying to find sincerity
Where the heavenly host
The Holy Ghost suppose to reside
As the beats ride
Penning down these quotes from my mind

I’m searching for the truth
I’m searching for the honest man in me
Honestly I be
20
Wrestling with demons
Leaking out my penis
Trying to be hardcore
And Einstein genius

Fuck being the best MC
If I’m the best me
Nobody can fuck with me
I’ve come so far from home
So far from fake broads
Mall thugs and those
Cold killers with no souls

Soul is cold as snowman
At the peak of Mt. Everest
Flow effortless
Gold heart
Locked in the dark
Mental corridors
You open the door
Feel the breeze blow
Like bedroom whores…

Verse 2
I write verses that praise and degrade me
So niggas can’t say shit to me
Greatness ain’t a dream
It’s my responsibility
To be a beacon of hope
A star through telescopes

Making the most of my gifts given
Driven as Ford Escorts
To give my best nor
Less
It’s Midwest
Blessed in my quest for

Lyrical longevity
Pedigree flow heavenly
So ready to grow
I glow
Konshu’s Odyssey
Artistry Van Gogh
Starry nights shine brightest
Against galactic canvas
T0ne M the majestic
Perfection is the standard

I ain’t a thug from the hood
Or an OG
I’m just a master of ceremonies on harmonies
Under rated
But weight greater than solar gravity
Ain’t a nigga in the whole galaxy
Greater than me…

Verse 3
Walking down Oxford ave
Listening to this track
And I start tearing up
Cause I knew I had come
Without fucking up
Haven't fucked since my first chick
I'm worthless and divine
My mind sins
Body the temple of God
Within infinity
Within me
That's mad power yo
I speak life love
Under the dove
Amongs piegons
Trying to get a smidgen
Of the big apple
Capital woes
Needing capital growth
Like captials
The literal
Not local
I am globally
Rejected
Well respected by those who get it
And if you don't get KO
Then I'll keep living
Cause my creed
Has no need
For BS
I'm the best
No ce-ess I sme-oke
I keep a low profile
With a Soho style
So cold as iceberg
I heard
Reverb
Speak words of the dead
Book of Egypt
I'm the moon deity
K Konshu Odyssey
Turning the tides
When I rise
You'd be surprised at the rhymes
I've written
And never spitten
Wishing they had an audience
But knowing that my truth
Would add the number of friends I lost
That's the cost of this life
Each verse is lyrical suicide
As I bleed till I'm empty
Dear God help me
Be...