It's my habitat, it needs to be cleaned, 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
It's the way you're given knowledge slow with thought control and subtle hints
It's rubbing it, 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 the embarrassment, displacement, it's where I wander, it's my genre
It's Madonna's videos, it's game shows
It's cheap liquor, blunts, it's bumper stickers with rainbows
It's angels, demons, gods, it's the white devils
It's the monitor, the soundman, it's the motherfucking mic levels
It's gas fumes, fast food, Tommy Hil, mommy's pill
Columbia House music club, designer drugs and rhyming thugs
It's Bloods, Crips, Fives, 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 smoker's breath
It stretches for as far as the eye can see
It's reality, fuck it, it's everything but me
It's in the water, it's in the air, it's in the meat,
It's indirect, it's indiscrete, it's inconsistent, it's incomplete,
It's in the streets, every city, everywhere you go
In every man it's the insanity, the fantasies, 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, police, pigs with badges, guns and sticks
It's harassment and a complex that you carry when you're running shit
It's wondering if you get to eat, it's the heat
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 the need to speak long, it's that hunger for attention
It's the wack who attack songs of redemption, it's prevention
It's the first solution, it's loose, it's out for 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 denominations
It's hourly wages for your professional observations
It's on your face and it's in you eyes, everything you be
'Cause it ain't me, motherfucker, 'cause it ain't me
On and on and on and on
The list goes on and on and on and on
The list goes on and on and on and on
The list goes on and on and on and on
Atmosphere - "scapegoat"
This somg always meant something to me and I believe the man is a lyrical genius. Hope you enjoyed it 🙏