Yila - Introdiction lyrics

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