Classified - Separate the Music from the Gimmicks lyrics
[Classified - Separate the Music from the Gimmicks lyrics]
Class Class Class Class Class
Ya, turn, turn the heat up
Separate the music from the gimmicks
Class Class Class Class Class
Now i'd always told I need a
Gimmick in this music business
I got no women
Just it's me and I'm defying physics
Dissin critics who never listened
But more specific
I'm trying to make a living
When I'm spttin' that's my vision
Now you know how I'm livin' everything
I spit I did it torn, painted the town
Ripped a microphone in every district
I treat this like a privilege
I sleep in everyday
Traded in steady pay, take a chance anyway
Still movin, I've paid my dues put my work in
Climbing on this bandwagon, ya
Still got me discouraged, cause
Ain't nothing worse then when every person
Try to jump on my excursion
Trying to eat off what I'm doin'
What's your purpose? You don't
Deserve this surface
We know that your flow is worthless
I can't believe that you people think
Your dues can be purchased
I know - ain't no one perfect
But, your going at this half ass
It's like burning your bridges and
Buying a mack pass
I ain't the best producer or the dopest MC
I'm the complete package
Illist rap artist you still haven't seen
Ain't a cocky guy but I gotta speak truth
You want proof? Give me a pen
My beat machines and I'm a give you loot
Can you hear what I'm sayin?
You seen all the gimmicks
It's time to turn the table yo Yo Yo
Turn, Turn the heat up, that's what's real
B M studio we speak the facts
Spittin Lyrics on tracks
Yo when I was young I used to
Play these games pretend to dress up
But guess what? I've grown
So I don't put my image oni live it
Play my cards right
Ain't trying to be a statistic
Kid with quick lip who opens
You up on every visit
I never pimped a hoe, never sold no crack
Never caught a bullet
Never dissed my parents on a track
Guess they raised me right, Huh?
This Ain't as simple as it sounding?
I stole a lot, lied a lot
Every two weeks I was grounded
And that's why now I'm grounded
I got my head on straight
Spittin' what I know, ignitin
Mics and always detinate
(Hip Hop, Hip Hop)
Is my fate, whether or not you relate
It doesn't make a difference
Either way class is doing great
Now watch those moves you make
Cause everybody's lossin face
Smokin it up so much how they look
These people got no music taste
Your gimmicks fuckin' played
What you really don't see it
Trying to play us out like dummies
Son we just don't believe it
EASY!
Sometimes I loose control
And get a bit excited
But this is life, kid if you don't live it
Then don't write it
I'm sayin' too much I'm the
First one to admit it
I'm just really trying to separate
The music from the gimmicks
Can you hear what I'm sayin?
You seen all the gimmicks
It's time to turn the tables
Turn Turn The heat Up
Separate the music from the gimmicks
Thats all you got?
Ya, turn, turn the heat up
Separate the music from the gimmicks
Class Class Class Class Class
Now i'd always told I need a
Gimmick in this music business
I got no women
Just it's me and I'm defying physics
Dissin critics who never listened
But more specific
I'm trying to make a living
When I'm spttin' that's my vision
Now you know how I'm livin' everything
I spit I did it torn, painted the town
Ripped a microphone in every district
I treat this like a privilege
I sleep in everyday
Traded in steady pay, take a chance anyway
Still movin, I've paid my dues put my work in
Climbing on this bandwagon, ya
Still got me discouraged, cause
Ain't nothing worse then when every person
Try to jump on my excursion
Trying to eat off what I'm doin'
What's your purpose? You don't
Deserve this surface
We know that your flow is worthless
I can't believe that you people think
Your dues can be purchased
I know - ain't no one perfect
But, your going at this half ass
It's like burning your bridges and
Buying a mack pass
I ain't the best producer or the dopest MC
I'm the complete package
Illist rap artist you still haven't seen
Ain't a cocky guy but I gotta speak truth
You want proof? Give me a pen
My beat machines and I'm a give you loot
Can you hear what I'm sayin?
You seen all the gimmicks
It's time to turn the table yo Yo Yo
Turn, Turn the heat up, that's what's real
B M studio we speak the facts
Spittin Lyrics on tracks
Yo when I was young I used to
Play these games pretend to dress up
But guess what? I've grown
So I don't put my image oni live it
Play my cards right
Ain't trying to be a statistic
Kid with quick lip who opens
You up on every visit
I never pimped a hoe, never sold no crack
Never caught a bullet
Never dissed my parents on a track
Guess they raised me right, Huh?
This Ain't as simple as it sounding?
I stole a lot, lied a lot
Every two weeks I was grounded
And that's why now I'm grounded
I got my head on straight
Spittin' what I know, ignitin
Mics and always detinate
(Hip Hop, Hip Hop)
Is my fate, whether or not you relate
It doesn't make a difference
Either way class is doing great
Now watch those moves you make
Cause everybody's lossin face
Smokin it up so much how they look
These people got no music taste
Your gimmicks fuckin' played
What you really don't see it
Trying to play us out like dummies
Son we just don't believe it
EASY!
Sometimes I loose control
And get a bit excited
But this is life, kid if you don't live it
Then don't write it
I'm sayin' too much I'm the
First one to admit it
I'm just really trying to separate
The music from the gimmicks
Can you hear what I'm sayin?
You seen all the gimmicks
It's time to turn the tables
Turn Turn The heat Up
Separate the music from the gimmicks
Thats all you got?