Текст песни Classified - Separate the Music from the Gimmicks
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Class Class Class Class Class {*3X*}Ya, turn, turn the heat upSeparate the music from the gimmicksClass Class Class Class Class[Verse One]NowI`d always told I need a gimmick in this music businessI got no women, just it`s me and I`m defying physicsDissin critics who never listened but more specificI`m trying to make a living, when I`m spttin` that`s my visionNow you know how I`m livin` everything I spit I did itTorn, painted the town, ripped a microphone in every districtI treat this like a privilege, I sleep in everydayTraded in steady pay, take a chance anywayStill movin, I`ve paid my dues put my work inClimbing on this bandwagon, ya still got me discouraged, causeAin`t nothing worse then when every persontry to jump on my excursion, trying to eat off what I`m doin`What`s your purpose? You don`t deserve this surfaceWe know that your flow is worthlessI can`t believe that you people think your dues can be purchasedI know - ain`t no one perfect, but your going at this half assIt`s like burning your bridges and buying a mack passI ain`t the best producer or the dopest MCI`m the complete package, illist rap artist you still haven`t seenain`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 lootCan you hear what I`m sayin?You seen all the gimmicksIt`s time to turn the tableYo Yo YoTurn, Turn the heat up, that`s what`s realB M studioWe speak the factsSpittin Lyrics on tracks[Verse Two]Yo when I was young I used to play these games pretend to dress upBut guess what? I`ve grownSo I don`t put my image on..I live itPlay my cards right, ain`t trying to be a statisticKid with quick lip who opens you up on every visitI never pimped a hoe, never sold no crackNever caught a bullet, never dissed my parents on a trackGuess they raised me right, Huh?This Aint as simple as it sounding?I stole a lot, lot a lotEvery two weeks I was groundedAnd that`s why now I`m groundedI got my head on straightSpittin` what I know, ignitinmics and always detinate(Hip Hop, Hip Hop)Is my fate, whether or not you relateIt doesn`t make a difference, either way class is doing greatNow watch those moves you makeCause everybody`s lossin faceSmokin it up so much how they look, these people got no music tasteYour gimmicks fuckin` played, what you really don`t see itTrying to play us out like dummiesSon we just don`t believe itEASY!Sometimes I loose control, and get a bit excitedBut this is life, kid if you don`t live it, then don`t write itI`m sayin` too much I`m the first one to admit itI`m just really trying to separate the music from the gimmicksCan you hear what I`m sayin?You seen all the gimmicksIt`s time to turn the tablesTurn Turn The heat UpSeparate the music from the gimmicksThats all you got? {*3X*}