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I got the beats, got the juice, I got a story for the news I got my soul to sell - yeah I got the rhymes, got the fame but not a fucking ounce of shame I'm going straight the 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 (Thanks to Jacqueline for these lyrics) From Letras Mania