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