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Solely Entertainment (Prod. by Ant)

from Chapter 1: Spit It Out by Psilo

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- They told me, what I do is solely entertainment.
Now I’m wondering where the hell they brains went.
Simple cavemen trapped in an illusion.
Fusion of stupidity, ignorance, confusion.
But are we useless, thought-provoking creatures?
With nothing but arrogant, downsloping features?
Not I, I separate myself
from the everyday products you take from a shelf.
It ain’t wealth that I chase, self-righteous enlightenment
isn’t part of the race that I participate in.
Sophisticated equilibration is what I’m chasin’ through the maze of mass imitation.
Communication is key to see what I do.
An elevated state of mind, leave everything behind you.
Find proof that life is worth living and
I’ll come through to beg for your forgiveness.
You’ll miss this, you take every fucking breath for granted.
We all make mistakes but yours have expanded.
You planned it, on another planet, you’re planted.
Purity is gone, replaced by a blanket of
Hypocrisy, talk to me, how dare you have audacity to battle me, rapidly losing my mental capacity.
After me, you’ll never find another masterpiece.
Drowning in an ocean of emotion, catastrophe.
Back to the factory, I’m at it again.
I’ve gotta make amends with the men that love take to offense.
Fake friends are intrusive, my thoughts elusive.
And when I’m on the mic I get verbally abusive.
Tie a noose around my neck and call it the conclusion
I got what it takes but not yet, that would be useless.
A waste of breath, betray the flesh, Lupus.
Don’t be stupid, dog, word to Eustace.
I guess I’ve proved it, solely entertainment.
No longer wondering where the hell they brains went.

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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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