It's eight a.m. I roll out my silk sheets  Get fly crash the limo back seats  Lookin' in the faces  Of some ladies that I never met  On the interview tip, no sweat  They ask me questions  I throw the words back  They say they write facts  I know that's bull crap  They're kickin' drama  But then drama's my middle name  That's the price ya pay for big fame  The cellular phone rings  Dot wanta pick it up  But it's my J-O-B I gotta kick it up  Another damn reporter  On the line with a word quiz  I gotta show cause I'm livin' with the show  Biz. Out the llimo, to the plane  In the pourin' rain  I hate flyin'  But there's no time for slow trains  another show to do  I gotta caatch my crew  They left last night  In the bus around two  The plane's a small one  No fun at all  Bouncin' round the air  Like a tennis ball  When it touches down  I wanna kiss the ground  But it's time to wreck a new town  Get to the arena, meet up with the crew  They tell me all the speakers blew  The cordless don't work  Sound man's a jerk  Somebody's gonna get hurt  I'm crazy mad  But my fans want autographs  I turn my angry frowns  Into fake laughs  I can't be rude  Cause they wouldn't understand  I in't human no more, I'm a superman    [CHORUS]  You can try  But you'll never understand this  You can try  But you'll never understand this  You can try  But you'll never understand this  The lifestyles of the rich a and infamous    Four hours till show time oh well  I might as well check in the hotel  Get a little rest  Before it's time to play  Ten brothers standin' in the hallway  All with demo tapes  They need the hook up  They heard that I was  The one to look up  I can't ditch 'em  Cause they already saw me  I'll put my head down  Maybe they'll ignore me  No chance "Ice what's goin' on?"  I listened to twenty-five songs  And after thaat  The brothers still wouldn't leave  They started lookin' at my T.V.  I was gonna break down  If they didn't jet soon  Snuck across the hall  And crashed in E's room  But then this freak came in  Thought I was E  Straddled her legs across me  Ripped off her blouse  Pushed her breast against my face  Started girating her waist. Sounds fly,  Like a hype sex thriller?  But see she looked like Godzilla  Pushed her off me  Home girl hit the floor  This is what it's like on tour  I hit the hallway it was crawlin' thick  "Could we take this picture real quick?"  Jumped into a pose  That I used a million times before  Took pictures  With the whole damn floor  I couldn't say no not to my fans  You see they wouldn't understand    [CHORUS]    Now it's show time, time to flow time  Evil lost the records  But we still gotta go time  The house is packed  Everybody's on their feet  So I say, "Throw on Rakim's beat."  E hits the fader and the crowd is lit  I start bustin' off some new shit  The stage is so smokey  That I almost fall off, I start inhalin' it  I'm tryin' not to cough  I'm catchin' problems from every angle  The mic cords are tangled  I try to flow smooth  But my words are mangled  Damn near slipped and broke my ankle  If that ain't enough  The police are hawkin'  Listenin' real close  To the words I'm talkin'  They wanna put a brother like me  In the back seat  Just because I curse the beat  They wanna tap my phone  Wanna keep my crib bugged  Call all my homes  Felonist street thugs  You might say  I think this lifestyle sucks?  I wouldn't tade it for a million bucks  Although it's all  Not glamour and gleam  It's still my dream    [CHORUS]