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