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 ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

There's a world of things that you don't know

All the new and strange f-f-f-f-f-feelings

There's a world outside, waiting there for you, 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 ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

There's a world of things that you don't know

All the new and strange f-f-f-f-f-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

Turn and face the ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

There's a world of things that you don't know

All the new and strange f-f-f-f-f-feelings

There's a world outside, waiting there for you