Cla**ified - Separate the Music from the Gimmicks lyrics

Cla** Cla** Cla** Cla** Cla** [x3] Ya, turn, turn the heat up Separate the music from the gimmicks Cla** Cla** Cla** Cla** Cla** [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 a** It's like burning your bridges and buying a mack pa** 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 co*ky 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 cla** 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 f**in' 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? [x3]