| I saw a dead fish on the pavement, and thought «what did you expect»
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| There’s no water round here, stupid, should have stayed where it was wet…
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| Hello my name is Pip, and I would like to speak some lyrics,
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| Into this microphone that’s amplified so you can hear it.
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| This piece of diction is the intro to 'Distraction Pieces',
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| That’s all the shit that flies around my head and keeps me sleepless.
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| Such little food for thought my fucking brain feels anorexic;
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| So many typos when I write, oh, I’ll claim I’m dyslexic.
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| I’ve got your poem here, I’ve put it in this envelope…
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| I’m setting fire to it; |
| hope you all can read the smoke!
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| Most people where I live don’t know me and I fucking like it!
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| Some people where I live don’t like me and I fucking know it!
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| Some heads won’t know my name or give me a look, since
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| I flow kinda strange like spina bifida footprints.
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| Ha!
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| I flow kinda strange like spina bifida footprints
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| Nothing’s original, I stole this flow from the creator,
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| And from some others too, can’t think right now I’ll name them later.
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| If I say 'fuck' a lot well then I may gain more attention;
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| If I say 'cunt' well then with some of you there will be tension.
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| I find this interesting 'cause in the end they are just words,
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| You give them power when you cower, man, it’s so absurd.
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| But all that was covered by Lenny Bruce, back in the day.
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| Nothing’s original, now I’m repeating what I say!
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| Paralysis through analysis could stop me here
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| But that’d just be an excuse to run in fear!
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| So I’ll brandish the blandest man’s anguish with a round fist,
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| Directed at the throat of any man that can withstand this.
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| I will brandish the blandest man’s anguish with a round fist
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| I see these rappers that say things like 'no homo' and such;
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| It always seems maybe the lady doth protest too much…
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| I’m really speechless but I speak less than you might imagine
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| Sometimes I stutter and I sputter like the words are catching.
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| I’m known to write about the shit most people won’t discuss;
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| Some find my music’s too intrusive with their words and such.
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| You see a mouse trap, I see free cheese, and a fucking challenge!
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| But you stay quiet for fear of tipping the balance!
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| When it’s horses for courses my horse is distorted
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| I bought it for four quid then forced it through horse shit!
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| We walked through these morbid remorseless discourses,
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| And discuss these disgusting new sources.
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| When it’s horses for courses my horse is distorted
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| I’ve seen the world; |
| I’ve seen the good and the shitty bits;
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| And all I’ve got to say is, «God damn, y’all are fucking idiots.»
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| Some people heard my words and thought it meant they knew me
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| Truth is, I don’t exist; |
| I’m just the soundtrack to your movie!
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| Some background figure in a story that’s already scripted,
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| And what I feel’s just felt for you to hear me fucking spit it!
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| I jump in many different heads, through these words and poems;
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| Always hoping maybe the next leap will be my leap home.
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| Ziggy says that if I keep writing this shit
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| There’s an eighty percent chance that Al can make it a pop hit.
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| But Al’s an alcoholic and I’m a fucking schizophrenic,
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| So I’ll close my eyes on this whole fucking world and that will end it… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Introdiction , by - Scroobius Pip. Song from the album Distraction Pieces, in the genre Иностранный рок