Scapegoat
Title | Scapegoat |
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Artist | Atmosphere |
Album | Overcast! EP |
Release Date | 1997-10-10 |
Description | The song addresses the failure of society, as a whole, both individuals and the masses (i.e. CNN, Fox, the news..) to accept blame for the pitfalls of our society. Instead of trying to identify and fix our issues, we instead try to blame everything under the sun for our shortcomings. This song is from the debut album of Atmosphere named “Overcast!” While ‘God’s Bathroom Floor’ was our local breakout song, this was the song that was our national breakout to the rap underground. While it did get us booked on mix shows across the country, I felt it was almost a 'cheating’ style of writing. I use the word ‘It’s’ over 50 times. That’s the hook. It’s cheating. Sometimes when we do a song a lot I feel the need to put it on hiatus, but this song did recently return to our live shows. Slug, from an interview with Complex The song sampled The Bee Gees' “Walking Back to Waterloo and KRS-One’s Necessary |
Lyrics | [Verse 1: Slug] It's the caffeine, the nicotine, the milligrams 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 given knowledge, slow with thought control and subtle hints It's rubbing it, it's itching it, it's applying cream It's the foreigners sightseeing 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, it's 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 motherfucking 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 smoker's breath It stretches for as far as the eye can see It's reality, fuck it, it's everything but me [Hook] 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 denominations 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 You might also like[Hook] |