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