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Classified - "Separate The Music From The Gimmicks"
Lyrics to Separate The Music From The Gimmicks : 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 Id always told I need a gimmick in this music business I got no women, just its me and Im defying physics Dissin critics who never listened but more specific Im trying to make a living, when Im spttin thats my vision Now you know how Im 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, Ive paid my dues put my work in Climbing on this bandwagon, ya still got me discouraged, cause Aint nothing worse then when every person try to jump on my excursion, trying to eat off what Im doin Whats your purpose' You dont deserve this surface We know that your flow is worthless I cant believe that you people think your dues can be purchased I know - aint no one perfect, but your going at this half ass Its like burning your bridges and buying a mack pass I aint the best producer or the dopest MC Im the complete package, illist rap artist you still havent seen aint a cocky guy but I gotta speak truth, you want proof' Give me a pen, my beat machines and Im a give you loot Can you hear what Im sayin' You seen all the gimmicks Its time to turn the table Yo Yo Yo Turn, Turn the heat up, thats whats 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' Ive grown So I dont put my image on..I live it Play my cards right, aint 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 thats why now Im 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 doesnt make a difference, either way class is doing great Now watch those moves you make Cause everybodys lossin face Smokin it up so much how they look, these people got no music taste Your gimmicks fuckin played, what you really dont see it Trying to play us out like dummies Son we just dont believe it EASY! Sometimes I loose control, and get a bit excited But this is life, kid if you dont live it, then dont write it Im sayin too much Im the first one to admit it Im just really trying to separate the music from the gimmicks Can you hear what Im sayin' You seen all the gimmicks Its time to turn the tables Turn Turn The heat Up Separate the music from the gimmicks Thats all you got' [x3] [ Separate The Music From The Gimmicks Lyrics ]
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