Lyric Scapegoat
It s the caffeine, the nicotine, the miligrams of tar
It s my habitat, it needs to be clean, it s my car
It s the fast talk they use to abuse and feed my brain
It s the cat box it needs to be changed, it s the pain
It s women, it s the plight for power it s government
The way your giving knowledge slow and throwing in subtle hints
It s rubbing it, It s itching it, It s applying cream
It s the foreigners sight seeing with high beams, It s in my dreams
It s the monsters that I conjure, It s the marijuana
It s emberassment, displacement, It s where I wander
It s my genre, It s Madonna s videos
It s game shows,cheap liquor,blunts, and bumper stickers with rainbows
It s angels, demons, gods, it s the white devils
It s the monitors, the soundman, it s the fucking mic levels
It s gas fumes, fast food, Tommy Hil, the date rap pill (?)
Columbia House music club, designer drugs and rhyming thugs
It s bloods and crips, five and six,
It s stick up kids, It s christian conservative terrorists, it s porno
flicks
It s the east coast, no it s the west coast
It s public schools, it s asbestos
It s mentholated, It s techno
It s sleep, life, and death
It s speed, coke, and meth
It s hay fever, pain relievers, oral sex, and smokers breath
It stretches for as far as the eye can see
It s reality, fuck it , it s everything but me
On and on and on and on
The list goes on and on and on and on
It s in the air, in the water, it s in the meat
It s indirect, indiscrete, inconsistent, and incomplete
It s on the street, every city and everywhere you go
In every man it s the insanity, the fantasy, the casualties
It s the health care system, it s welfare victims
It s assault weapons, it s television religion, and it s false lessons
It s cops, pigs with badges guns and sticks
It s harassment and a complex you carry when you re running shit
It s wondering if you get to eat
It s the winter , the weather
It s herpes, and it s forever
It s the virus that takes the lives of the weak and the strong
It s the drama that keeps on between me and my seed s mom
It s that need to speek long, It s my hunger for attention
It s the wack , who attack songs of redemption
It s prevention, It s the first solution
It s loosing the retribution(?), it s mental pollution, and public
execution
It s the nails that keep my hands and feet to these boards
It s the part time job that governs what you can afford
It s the fear, It s the fake
It s clear it can make time stop and leave you stranded in the year of
the
snake
It s the dollar, yen, pound, it s all denomination
It s hourly wages for your professional observations
It s on your face and it s in your eyes
It s everything you be
But it ain t me mother fucker, it ain t me
On and on and on and on
the list goes on and on and on and on
It s my habitat, it needs to be clean, it s my car
It s the fast talk they use to abuse and feed my brain
It s the cat box it needs to be changed, it s the pain
It s women, it s the plight for power it s government
The way your giving knowledge slow and throwing in subtle hints
It s rubbing it, It s itching it, It s applying cream
It s the foreigners sight seeing with high beams, It s in my dreams
It s the monsters that I conjure, It s the marijuana
It s emberassment, displacement, It s where I wander
It s my genre, It s Madonna s videos
It s game shows,cheap liquor,blunts, and bumper stickers with rainbows
It s angels, demons, gods, it s the white devils
It s the monitors, the soundman, it s the fucking mic levels
It s gas fumes, fast food, Tommy Hil, the date rap pill (?)
Columbia House music club, designer drugs and rhyming thugs
It s bloods and crips, five and six,
It s stick up kids, It s christian conservative terrorists, it s porno
flicks
It s the east coast, no it s the west coast
It s public schools, it s asbestos
It s mentholated, It s techno
It s sleep, life, and death
It s speed, coke, and meth
It s hay fever, pain relievers, oral sex, and smokers breath
It stretches for as far as the eye can see
It s reality, fuck it , it s everything but me
On and on and on and on
The list goes on and on and on and on
It s in the air, in the water, it s in the meat
It s indirect, indiscrete, inconsistent, and incomplete
It s on the street, every city and everywhere you go
In every man it s the insanity, the fantasy, the casualties
It s the health care system, it s welfare victims
It s assault weapons, it s television religion, and it s false lessons
It s cops, pigs with badges guns and sticks
It s harassment and a complex you carry when you re running shit
It s wondering if you get to eat
It s the winter , the weather
It s herpes, and it s forever
It s the virus that takes the lives of the weak and the strong
It s the drama that keeps on between me and my seed s mom
It s that need to speek long, It s my hunger for attention
It s the wack , who attack songs of redemption
It s prevention, It s the first solution
It s loosing the retribution(?), it s mental pollution, and public
execution
It s the nails that keep my hands and feet to these boards
It s the part time job that governs what you can afford
It s the fear, It s the fake
It s clear it can make time stop and leave you stranded in the year of
the
snake
It s the dollar, yen, pound, it s all denomination
It s hourly wages for your professional observations
It s on your face and it s in your eyes
It s everything you be
But it ain t me mother fucker, it ain t me
On and on and on and on
the list goes on and on and on and on
