Atmosphere - Scapegoat lyrics
[Atmosphere - Scapegoat lyrics]
It's the caffeine, the nicotine
The milligrams of tar
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, it's itching it
It's applying cream
It's the foreigners sightseeing
With high beams, it's in my dreams
It's the monsters that I conjure
It's the marijuana
It's 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
And bumper stickers with rainbows
It's angels, demons, gods
It's the white devils
It's the monitors, the soundman
It's the motherfucking mic levels
It's gas fumes, fast food, Tommy Hil'
And 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
On and on and on and on
The list goes on and on and on and on
It's all according that life on a whole
It's in the water, it's in the air
It's in the meat
It's indirect, indiscrete, inconsistent
Incomplete it's in the streets
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, police, 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 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 that 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 your eyes
It's everything you be
Cause it ain't me, motherfucker
Cause it ain't me, uh
The milligrams of tar
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, it's itching it
It's applying cream
It's the foreigners sightseeing
With high beams, it's in my dreams
It's the monsters that I conjure
It's the marijuana
It's 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
And bumper stickers with rainbows
It's angels, demons, gods
It's the white devils
It's the monitors, the soundman
It's the motherfucking mic levels
It's gas fumes, fast food, Tommy Hil'
And 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
On and on and on and on
The list goes on and on and on and on
It's all according that life on a whole
It's in the water, it's in the air
It's in the meat
It's indirect, indiscrete, inconsistent
Incomplete it's in the streets
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, police, 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 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 that 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 your eyes
It's everything you be
Cause it ain't me, motherfucker
Cause it ain't me, uh