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Текст (слова) песни: Classified - Separate the Music from the Gimmicks

Class Class Class Class Class {*3X*}
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*}

 

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