I don't wanna be here, 'cause of my suffering, 'cause of my illness. Only love is worth having. Only love is what matters. Loving every people on equal terms. You've got to know who you are dealin' with because, like a stranger, a-heh, I just might come in through here with a gun... and then, what would you do? Heh. Everything is immaterial. Did you know that reaaaaaality is immaterial? This is not reality.
I've heard this song a bazillion times and it's a fucking awesome song, but EVERY SINGLE TIME I hear that part of the song, I think "What the fuck is he talking about? What kind of bullshit nonsense is this? What the hell is up with that bizarro psycho weirdo voice?"
Apparently it's rap artist Prix-mo reading from the book "Cultural Revolution"