i got the beats, i got the juice, i got a story for the news
i got my soul to sell - yeah
i got the rhymes, i got the fame but not a fucking ounce of shame
i'm going straight to hell - yeah
turn and face the changes
there's a world of things 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 fucking 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