i’m just the soundtrack to your movie!
ilki içerikler lordu engin hu‘dan ikincisi ise karanlıklar lordu baran kara g.‘den geldi.
ikisi de lord gibi çocuklar. hatta dük gibi. yalan yok.
şimdi bu rap kıllı iş. çok derinlere inmeden, işte rap böyle bir şey hacılar:
(hiç derinine inmedim, yüzeyinden bile bahsetmedim.
dileyen rap hakkındaki paha biçilemez görüşlerimin kabasını VHS bölümünde alabilir.)
ı saw a dead fish on the pavement, and thought “what did you expect?
there’s no water round here, stupid, should have stayed where it was wet…”
hello my name is pip, and ı would like to speak some lyrics,
ınto this microphone that’s amplified so you can hear it.
this piece of diction is the intro to ‘distraction pieces,’
that’s all the shit that flies around my head and keeps me sleepless.
such little food for thought my fucking brain feels anorexic;
so many typos when ı write, oh, ı’ll claim ı’m dyslexic.
ı’ve got your poem here, ı’ve out it in this envelope…
ı’m setting fire to it; hope you all can read the smoke!
most people where ı live don’t know me – and ı fucking like it!
some people where ı live don’t like me – and ı fucking know it!
some heads won’t know my name or give me a look, since –
ı flow kinda strange like spina bifida footprints.
ha!
ı flow kinda strange like spina bifida footprints
nothing’s original, ı stole this flow from the creator,
and from some others too, can’t think right now – ı’ll name them later.
ıf ı say ‘fuck’ a lot well then ı may gain more attention;
ıf ı say ‘cunt’ well then with some of you there will be tension.
ı 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 lily bruce, back in the day.
nothing’s original, now ı’m repeating what ı say!
paralysis through analysis could stop me here –
but that’d just be an excuse to run in fear!
so ı’ll brandish the blandest man’s anguish with a round fist,
directed at the throat of any man to call me spineless.
ı will brandish the blandest man’s anguish with a round fist
ı see these rappers that say things like ‘no homo’ and such;
ıt always seems maybe the lady doth protest too much…
ı’m really speechless but ı speak less than you might imagine –
sometimes ı stutter and ı sputter like the words are catching.
ı’m known to write about the shit most people won’t discuss;
some find my music’s too intrusive with their words and such.
you see a mouse trap – ı see free cheese, and a fucking challenge!
but you stay quiet for fear of tipping the balance!
when it’s horses for courses my horse is distorted –
ı bought it for four quid then forced it through horse shit!
we walked through these morbid remorseless discourses,
and discussed these disgusting new sources.
when it’s horses for courses my horse is distorted
ı’ve seen the world; ı’ve seen the good and the shitty bits;
and all ı’ve got to say is “god damn, y’all are fucking idiots.”
some people heard my words and thought it meant they knew me –
truth is – ı don’t exist; ı’m just the soundtrack to your movie!
‘cause ı’m a background figure in a story that’s all descriptive,
and what ı feel’s just felt for you to hear me fucking spit it!
ı jump in many different heads, through these words and poems;
always hoping maybe the next leap will be my leap home.
ziggy says that if ı keep writing this shit –
there’s an eighty percent chance that al can make it a pop hit.
but al’s an alcoholic and ı’m a fucking schizophrenic,
so ı’ll close my eyes on this whole fucking world and that will end it..
[scroobius pip, adını, türkçesi 'absürt'e denk düşecek 'nonsense verse' türünden 'the scroobious pip' şiirinin deforme edilişinden oluşturmuş. detaylı bilgi için ak; ben aktım da geldim zira.]
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hey yo whats up jay reap?
nigger what’s cracking
what you’re doing
what’s going on
what’s happening?
nowadays ı’ll be pimping and macking
selling cracking nigger are you still rapping
what up
ı hang with the hardest mother fuckers
ı got rhymes from the bucket make you niggers wanna suck it
but you loveless, ı’m the epitome of god gifted
when ı busted my first rap the whole planet shifted
lifting your mind to the next stress hemisphere
next level shit so you best just step in here
check my gear, ı got flavor mad hip hop
ı can front in the roughest neighborhood and not get shot
ı black out when niggers start hating shit
run over your crew like the new england patriots
the craziest but ı am also the laziest
never turn on the tv so ı don’t know who jay-z is
what happened to rap and the 2.0 era
while you are getting worse ı am only getting better
niggers too old, j young and fresha’
ı put them under pressure, professor ı test ya
what happened? dope d.o.d became the illest
what happened? phony m.cs is getting finished
what happened? you face defeat and we are the winners
wicked with the lyrics in the minute you’re diminished
ı hear people say back in the days he wasn’t like this
stuck in a cycle of drug sex and violence
the nicest reflects on your iris
gingivitis erupts through the gums of plenty of biters
ı’m the excalibur weaponry wielder
do you dare step into the deadliest field of
hard core hip hop, we laugh at your idols
ı fuck your advice, ı walk the path of a psychos
ı kill mcs regardless of which rhyme ı drop
on top of the corpses we climb to the top
so who’s next to flop cause he thought he was heavy
the last one retired when ı tore through his belly
the cyborgs are ready to reboot the system
people go missing and ı seems to have vanish
they ask me what happened? why do ı act funny?
ı stay braindead like ı got bitten by a rat monkey
every day ı hear the same fucking bs
the same old song, you just don’t progress
you won’t confess that you’re all fame obsessed
ı’ve seen it all and ı am far from impressed
ı get a lot of criticism, you can be my guest
this hip hop shit just got repossessed
peeps don’t wanna see us have any success
ıs time for these rookies to go hit the benchpress
you are not the guy ı used to know
ıt’s all about the rate of flow
he’s even got a golden globe what a way to go
this prick didn’t even greet me at the show
thinks he makes art like he is vincent van gogh
but no ı turn from amateur to pro
ı put in work daily
you just don’t know
[ibrahimoviç'e benzeyen abi oldukça tırt ama klip güzel. şarkı da güzel. yes.]
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