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Артист: ClassifiedНазвание : Separate the Music from the GimmicksДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop canadian rap underground hip hop hip hop Видео:
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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? {*3X*} | Похожие исполнители:
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