(feat. A.T.U.) 



[Intro:] 

Change style (like what?) You know. Change it. Ummhum. 

I just get in these moods man. Make it happen. 

They brought you the mood, within the music. 

Now the music within the mood. 



[Hook:] 

We're torn between the new ways of the present 

Between the old ways of the past 

What will be the ways of the future? 

How long will the new world last? 



[Verse 1:] 

The masses are innocent to the magnificent 

Atmos ? and shit my raps are significant 

So I have to benefit wouldn't you? 

If you had skill that other people couldn't do? 

I'm putting new thought inside your mind 

Fat Jacks makes the music I write the rhymes 

Tribe Unique combines to put the vision in the rhythm 

It is written certain things are forbidden 

I remember when a simple rhyme was a jewel 

Now you gotta freestyle and act a fool 

The blacker you are the better for being cool 

And gettin' screwed 

And plus somebody takin' food out your baby's mouth 

You make me doubt the system 

When you make a world issue out of O.J. Simpson? 



[Hook x2] 



[Verse 2:] 

But things are better than they were right? 

They industry is flooded with rappers that were tight 

But what they are now is something new 

And everybody race around for what they gonna do 

This year a new sound in the atmosphere to pick and choose 

But which is whose and whose is which? 

Half the people liked ya better way before ya switched 

At last the task becomes a masquerade 

Cause when you pay you don't bother 

It becomes harder to stay hungary 

Because you eatin', ain't keepin' the same company 

You don't want any static you think it's copastetic 

But that's not livin' better 

If you ain't all together (homie) 

Don't let your urge go on to live right 

Or get your creativity while rippin' on the mic 



[Hook] 



[Verse 3:] 

Survin' in the land of juveniles 

I'm strivin' while I'm risin' with the brand newest style 

Uh my eyes and ears are open 

I'm peepin' what they actin' like 

The public eats it up, they got big appetite 

First page for the rage of a nation 

Second page for that nation to awaken 

Third page for the old ways 

Computers takin' over man but they man made 

Fourth page hooray 

As told by the God Soundwave 

We shall prevail again (prevail again) 

Fifth page for the alien (the aliens) 

Five years till when?... 



[Hook]