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 fucking 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 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