Classified - Separate the Music from the Gimmicks lyrics

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Class Class Class Class Class [x3]

Ya, turn, turn the heat up

Separate the music from the gimmicks

Class Class Class Class Class

[Verse One]

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

[Verse Two]

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 on..I 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 Aint as simple as it sounding?

I stole a lot, lot 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? [x3]