I got the beats, I got the juice, I got a story for the news
I got my soul for sale - yeah
I got the rhymes, I got the fame, but not a f**ing ounce of shame
I'm going straight to hell - yeah
Turn and face the changes
There's a world of things that you don't know
All the new and strange feelings
There's a world outside, waiting there for you
I got the style, bad to the bone, I'm just another f**ing clone
Of the popular ideal - yeah
I am rich and I'm hot, I am everything that you're not
But none of this is real - yeah
Turn and face the changes
There's a world of things that you don't know
All the new and strange feelings
There's a world outside, waiting there for you
There is a message here for you but the signal is breaking up
There is a message here for you but the throughput is not enough