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It's the caffeine, the nicotine, the miligrams of tar 
It's my habitat, it needs to be clean, 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 
The way your giving knowledge slow and throwing in 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 emberassment, 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, the date rap pill (?) 
Columbia House music club, designer drugs and rhyming thugs 
It's bloods and crips, five and 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 in the air, in the water, it's in the meat 
It's indirect, indiscrete, inconsistent, and incomplete 
It's on the street, 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, 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 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 speek long, It's my hunger for attention 
It's the wack , who attack songs of redemption 
It's prevention, It's the first solution 
It's loosing the 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 
But it ain't me mother fucker, it ain't me 
On and on and on and on 
the list goes on and on and on and on

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