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Cop A Flow (Prod. by MF DOOM)

from Chapter 1: Spit It Out by Psilo

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- Said I could never cop a flow,
You know it’s dead kid, let it go.
Imagine if I did? Where would I be? What about my soul?
I’m on a roll like butter when I hold
microphones.
I’m never home, clever poems
Are what I write outta sight like my pleasure bone.
Treasure trove, a better gold is what I hold on my head,
a crown for the words that I said.
Unpleasant, I spit meticulously ridiculous open presents when I kick.
Raps in ya presence, learn a lesson from my essence, and thank the heavens for my blessin’.
Never testin’ the water from the well
A slaughterhouse in hell like blotter in the mail.
Weird thoughts, right?
Beer n pot nights.
Came to rock and talk and then drop mics.
- And if you didn’t get it, play it twice.
Lyrical confusion I’m bruisin’ fools but playin’ nice.
Addicted to words it’s a curse.
Got death runnin’ away hittin’ curbs in a hearse.
Killin’ several birds with one stone.
Fillin’ everyone’s heads with the thoughts in my dome.
My home is the mind that I chose.
Good vibes and peace are my clothes.
But I’ll run around naked.
The human body is art and I hold it sacred.
Tainted philosophies stalkin’ me.
Knockin’ sense out of everything I thought I believed.
Do you see what I mean?
Life isn’t much else than a movie screen.
A goofy king havin’ psychedelic fun.
I might be pathetic but I roll a fat blunt.
- In fact I’m high right now.
Smoke so much that Method would be proud.
It’s a lifestyle, mindstate hazy,
I’ve been a little bit crazy lately.
Baby, maybe it’s the attitude I choose,
Night too and I blaze on the daily.
Rabies, I’m foamin’ at the mouth.
Drink a little water so I get the cotton out.
No doubt, I’m the illest in the area
Grillin’ kids, turn to ashes, I don’t bury em.
Necessary that I blow smoke
if I didn’t, who am I kiddin’, I would probably be broken.

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from Chapter 1: Spit It Out, released August 15, 2013

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Psilo San Francisco, California

An (almost) 19 year old psychonaut whose only form of expression is poetry over hip hop instrumentals.
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