Atmosphere: Scapegoat

Verse One: SLug It's the caffeine, the nicotine, the miligrams 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 giving knowledge slow with thought control and 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 embarrassment, 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' 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 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 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 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 Cause it ain't me, motherfucker, cause it ain't me, uh On and on and on and on The list goes on and on and on and on (3x) "It's all according that life on a whole..."