| It’s the caffeine, the nicotine, the milligrams of tar
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| It’s my habitat, it needs to be cleaned, it’s my car
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| It’s the fast talk they use to abuse and feed my brain
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| It’s the cat box, it needs to be changed, it’s the pain
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| It’s women, it’s the plight for power, it’s government
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| It’s the way you’re given knowledge, slow with thought control and subtle hints
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| It’s rubbing it, it’s itching it, it’s applying cream
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| It’s the foreigners sightseeing with high beams, it’s in my dreams
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| It’s the monsters that I conjure, it’s the marijuana
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| It’s embarrassment, displacement, it’s where I wander
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| It’s my genre, it’s Madonna’s videos
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| It’s game shows, it’s cheap liquor, blunts, and bumper stickers with rainbows
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| It’s angels, demons, gods, it’s the white devils
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| It’s the monitors, the soundman, it’s the motherfucking mic levels
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| It’s gas fumes, fast food, Tommy Hil', and mommy’s pill
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| Columbia House Music Club, designer drugs, and rhyming thugs
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| It’s bloods, crips, fives, six
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| It’s stick up kids
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| It’s Christian conservative terrorists, it’s porno flicks
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| It’s the east coast, no it’s the west coast
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| It’s public schools, it’s asbestos
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| It’s mentholated, it’s techno
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| It’s sleep, life, and death
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| It’s speed, coke, and meth
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| It’s hay fever, pain relievers, oral sex, and smoker’s breath
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| It stretches for as far as the eye can see
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| It’s reality, fuck it, it’s everything but me
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| On and on and on and on
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| The list goes on and on and on and on
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| It’s all according that life on a whole
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| It’s in the water, it’s in the air, it’s in the meat
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| It’s indirect, indiscrete, inconsistent, incomplete
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| It’s in the streets, every city and everywhere you go
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| In every man it’s the insanity, the fantasy, the casualties
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| It’s the health care system, it’s welfare victims
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| It’s assault weapons, it’s television religion, and it’s false lessons
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| It’s cops, police, pigs with badges, guns, and sticks
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| It’s harassment and a complex you carry when you’re running shit
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| It’s wondering if you get to eat, it’s the heat
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| It’s the winter, the weather
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| It’s herpes, and it’s forever
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| It’s the virus that takes the lives of the weak and the strong
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| It’s the drama that keeps on between me and my seed’s mom
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| It’s that need to speak long, it’s that hunger for attention
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| It’s the wack, who attack songs of redemption
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| It’s prevention, It’s the first solution
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| It’s loose, it’s out for retribution
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| It’s mental pollution, and public execution
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| It’s the nails that keep my hands and feet to these boards
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| It’s the part time job that governs what you can afford
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| It’s the fear, it’s the fake
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| It’s clear it can make time stop
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| And leave you stranded in the year of the snake
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| It’s the dollar, yen, pound, it’s all denominations
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| It’s hourly wages for your professional observations
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| It’s on your face and it’s in your eyes
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| It’s everything you be
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| Cause it ain’t me, motherfucker, cause it ain’t me, uh |