- Atmosphere scapegoat 歌詞
- Atmosphere
- Its the caffeine, the nicotine, the milligrams of tar
Its my habitat, it needs to be cleaned, its my car
Its the fast talk they use to abuse and feed my brain
Its the cat box, it needs to be changed, its the pain
Its women, its the plight for power, its government
Its the way youre givin knowledge
Slow with thought control and subtle hints
Its rubbin it, itchin it, its applyin cream
Its the foreigners sight seein with high beams, its in my dreams
Its the monsters that
I conjure, its the *********
Its the embarrassment, displacement, its where
I wanderIts my genre, its
Madonnas videos
Its game shows, its cheap liquor, blunts
Its bumper stickers with rainbows
Its angels, demons, gods, its the white devils
Its the monitors, the soundman, its the mother******* mic levels
Its gas fumes, fast food,
Tommy Hil and mommys pill
Columbia House music club, designer drugs and rhyming thugs
Its bloods, crips, fives, six, its stick up kids
Its Christian conservative terrorists, its porno flicks
Its the east coast, no, its the west coast
Its public schools, its a*************estos
Its mentholated, its techno, its sleep, life, and death
Its speed, coke, and meth
Its hay fever, pain relievers, oral ***, and smokers breath
It stretches for as far as the eye can see
Its reality, ************* it, its everythin but 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
Its all according that life on a whole
Its all according that life on a whole
Its all according that life on a whole
Its all according that life on a whole
Its in the water, its in the air, its in the meat
Its indirect, indiscreet, its inconsistent, incomplete
Its in the streets, every city, everywhere you go
In every man its the insanity, the fantasy, the casualties
Its the health care system, its welfare victims
Its assault weapons, its television religion and its false lessons
Its cops, police, pigs with badges guns and sticks
Its harassment and a complex you carry when youre runnin ****** *******t
Its wonderin if you get to eat, its the heat
Its the winter, the weather, its herpes and its forever
Its the virus that takes the lives of the weak and the strong
Its the drama that keeps on between me and my seeds mom
Its that need to speak long, its that hunger for attention
Its the whack who attack songs of redemption
Its prevention, its the first solution, its loose, its out for retribution
Its mental pollution and public execution
Its the nails that keep my hands and feet to these boards
Its the part time job that governs what you can afford
Its the fear,
Its the fake, its clear it can make time stop
And leave you stranded in the
Year Of The
SnakeIts the dollar, yen, pound, its all denomination
Its hourly wages for your professional observations
Its on your face and its in your eyes, everything you be
Cause it aint me, mother******, cause it aint 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
Its all according that life on a whole
Its all according that life on a whole
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