Classified Separate the Music From the Gimmicks Lyrics

Boy‐Cott‐In the Industry Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Sound Check
  • 2 It’s Just My Opinion
  • 3 Listen
  • 4 No Mistakes
  • 5 Problemz
  • 6 High School Behaviour
  • 7 5th Element
  • 8 Beat Auction (interlude)
  • 9 Separate the Music From the Gimmicks
  • 10 The Maritimes
  • 11 Unexplainable Hunger
  • 12 Do This Our Way
  • 13 F.A.D.S.
  • 14 The Final Time
  • 15 Still Hip‐Hop (interlude)
  • 16 Sibling Rivalry
  • 17 What’s Real
  • 18 Unexplainable Hunger (remix)
  • 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]
    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


    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]

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