Torn

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