Psilo - Cop A Flow (Prod. by MF DOOM)

Go Sit Down ft. Tsujino

Psilo Vs Dibbs (ft. Profesa' Dibbs)

My Thoughts (Prod. by The Juggaknots)

All I Need ft. Profesa' Dibbs

- Tried to pour my heart out in a verse.
I couldn’t find the words to express the stress that I feel.
Forreal, if I could die now, I wouldn’t mind.
I put in time and energy, cookin’ up rhymes.
I’m fine, I try to lie to myself.
but looking in my eyes is a ride right through hell.
I fell and ain’t nobody here to pick me up.
Ain’t nobody hear, ain’t nobody here to give a fuck.
Whattup.
19, I lost sight of dreams.
Reality a mess it's testin’ and depressin’ me.
The next emcee to eat entropy
Cause I will never let a disorder get the best of me.

 - Sensitive to negatives, solve problems with expletives.
God called, told me in a dream I was his next of kin.
Medicine is the music that I write.
I choose it, improve it every time I grab a mic.
Sad but right, I’m average, right?
Savage and intelligent, I settle with the price.
Petals fall from flowers that have nothing left and die.
So I, I drop leaves with messages in rhyme.
Run.

- Never felt so alone, surrounded by faces.
Grounded, head in the sky, misplaced.
A distaste for my own unhappiness.
Throw a bone, I’m never comin’ home, are ya happy, kid?
Never laughin’ anymore what happened?
It’s not enough to break through by rappin’.
A slacker, slippin’ on the streets, losin’ traction.
Blast myself for whatever it is I’m lackin’.
I practice talent, but remain stagnant.
I balance pieces that remain fragments.
Absent from reality, is it sad to see?
I run.

 -Tried to pour my heart out in a verse.
I couldn’t find the words to express the stress that I feel.
Forreal, if I could die now, I wouldn’t mind.
I put in time and energy, cookin’ up rhymes.
I’m fine, I try to lie to myself.
but looking in my eyes is a ride right through hell.
I fell and ain’t nobody here to pick me up.
Ain’t nobody hear, ain’t nobody here to give a fuck.
I run.

- A poet, you didn’t even know it when I showed it.
My words get attention but I go unnoticed.
Broken far beyond repairs, at least I’m hopin’.
A pitiful, cynical, mothafucka now he’s chokin’.
Copin’, now he’s trying to find an answer.
Trying to find a lovely a woman so he can romance her.
Dance her around this misery called life.
Chances are he’ll never get a second chance at this fight.
But tonight he sleeps on a bed of fear.
Weeping like a child, streams of bitter tears.
It’s been a year since he even felt alive.
Dreamin’ of the day he gets to say “I survived”.
Runnin’.

Psilo - Runnin' (Prod. by Zavala)

Subterrainiacks is https://soundcloud.com/profesa-dibbs & https://soundcloud.com/psilolysergicamine
Prod by: https://soundcloud.com/melmelflh
Lyrics:
Psilo: -Science expands life but life destroys earth.
Explain to the future how we wasted our birth 
on cell phones and laptops in a hell hole that trash talks liberty and freedom.
We deliver and you need ‘em.
Television terrorizes billions on the daily,
Wash brains of citizens by givin’ em what they’re craving.
Ignorance rampant, I often ask “what happened?
Why’s the life I live already sittin’ in a casket?”
Plastic, superficial women, tragic.
And stupid horny mothafuckas breed like rabbits.
Can’t break the habit,
Can’t shake the savage-ness
I miss the days when I had the disadvantage
Of being stupid, living in an illusion, clueless,
Cruisin’ for a bruisin’ with every movement.
True shit, I was unlearned like you, kid.
But then I grabbed a mic, heard the music.
The words of the wicked are twisted and I conflict with ‘em
I’ll never let ‘em disrespect poetry and rhythm.
Trapped in prison, the prison of my mind.
Given rap as an alternative exit so now I write.
    To escape this reality.
It’s sad to me we have to slave, minimum wage ain’t salary.
Low battery.
High casualties.
I wouldn’t be surprised if we died by this disease.

Subterrainiacks - Wake Up Prod. by Melmel_FLH

A track that I wrote and recorded in less than an hour... Fun stuff!
Much love to Cypress Hill, that sticky icky, and my swisha splittas. 
- I smoke my weed with a tobacco wrapper all around it.
My feet stay in the air but people tell me that I’m grounded.
It’s Psilo, a nihilistic pothead,
Connoisseur of the finer things in life, a godsend.
Cause we be stressed and the sess helps out.
No doubt, I woulda lost my mind without
Blue dream, Lambs Breath, and Sour Diesel.
An intricate occurrence in nature, designed for the people.
And weed will chill you the fuck out.
I’ll bust out the bong, c’mon get yo nugs out.
 I’m starin’ at the rug now hold up, y’all ever see that movie Kung Pow?
Somehow marijuana is illegal. When all it makes me do is feel good and wanna eat too.
I think with no limits, it helps when I’m timid.
I’m ridiculously stoned, will this poem ever finish?
Replenish my stash every chance  I can get.
Whenever I make money that green is always spent
on other green, know what I mean, I guess I’m a fiend.
 I started smoking weed at the age of 15.
I’m not proud of that in fact I’m displeased.
but why regret it if I like to smoke piff?
I lit that bridge up days ago and I sparked up my blunt with those flames
Yo, Insane in the Brain when I light this kill,
I Wanna Get High word to Cypress Hill.

Psilo - Cypress Hill (Prod. by DJ Muggs)

LYRICS:
- Fuck the government,
democrats and republicans.
I wonder when the people will recognize that the one percent
Own everything.
the air that you breathe will be monopolized,
Nowadays it’s not hard to die.
I play my part, make it art, call it what you will.
If you listen, you’re not a victim, you solid steel.
We will stand strong not oppressed.
Unified by ties beyond skin color or sex.
Blessed with the vocal chords in order to flow this information
I know that I’m impatient but I’ve been patiently waiting 
For this moment forever, the pleasure is mine.
You’ll rewind it if ya clever.
I tell myself it’s useless.
I can’t believe I even have the will to still write.
I tell myself I’m foolish.
Philanthropy’s the only reason I’m still alive.
It resides in the blind hope I hold for humanity.
Can it be that world peace actually ain’t insanity?
I plan to find out.
Expanding young minds with words from my mouth, like:
It really makes you think.
Why hate each other if we bleed the same color and believe in deities that don’t differ from one another.
I wonder is it human nature to harbor hatred
Or was there a perpetrator that made us deviate?
The people in power keep us heavily sedated
I wonder if there’s even a way to alleviate it…

I’m sick of this illness labeled capitalism.
Fallen victims to the image of riches inside this massive prison of socio-economic irresponsibility.
It ain’t human nature to worship paper, you’re killin’ me.
We act indifferently, animals in captivity,
Believe the American Dream is still within vicinity.
Working 9-5s trying to find a better way.
Who’s to say my time is worth minimum wage anyway?
But we still celebrate material wealth and I feel jaded, separated from my spiritual self.
So I read books and meditate whenever I can,
I understand the mental is essential for man,
or woman or child or breathing life form.
Cause when we kill em off, some of us have the guts to cry for em.
It’s empathy, find it hiding somewhere within your entity,
Along with love and compassion, they’re all necessities.
I love the energy that I was blessed with.
And you best believe, I’ll be blessing the mic until I exit.

Psilo - Heavily Sedated (Prod. by Trem)

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I'M GHOST!

Lost.

Stay Up.

Friendship is a dope beat.
collab with https://soundcloud.com/lantisrising

Friendship

A coke and a bag of chips

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In some cases, things get ill. but they work themselves out. Give it time.

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