The Gimmick

Lyrics

[Produced by George Martin] [Intro: The Beatles & DJ Delz] He wear no shoeshine, he got toe-jam football He got monkey finger, he shoot Coca-Cola He say, "I know you, you know me" One thing I can tell you is you got to be free Come together, right now (DJ Delz, Jamie Drastik) The Magnet mixtape (Let's go) Over me [Verse: Jamie Drastik] We can start from the tick and we can land on the tock And I can drop something new for every hand on the clock Or write another line for every fact they say is hot They don't noticе what they hear They just noticе what they watch Bet, to be in the game, I play ball Give me Hollywood girls for the fame, I'll fuck 'em all When magazines call 'em, I'm on the cover of 'em all Is that enough press for you to listen to my songs? So I faked a co-sign to the point that I was signed Scream the label's name without my name on the line No, my dad's 1/3 of a legendary group with a show on TV Would that put me in the booth? Say he's a wrestler, I had fake boobs Would you say that I could sing and I was marketable Fact is, he is none of the above He's an electrician still couldn't lead me to a plug Yeah, I just need to connect, or better yet Connect that will lead me to a check What if I change my wardrobe, tighten up my jeans Wore kicks with big tongs with a splash of lime green Glasses on my face, still 20/20 vision Just to look cool, no need, fake prescriptions What if I had a sex tape, crazy-ass positions Will this intrigue your A&R to finally fucking listen? What if I had a show and girls fighting for my heart? Promote the single on the show, right at the start What if I walked around with a camera in my pants and Rounded up my friends and we made a new dance Then throw it on YouTube and grab some new fans Would that make you understand when this pen is in my hand? Or that MySpace was dope, I had fake plays With a real wack song, playing 10K a day Post a bunch of fake shows so it looks like I'm paid Then post a blog that sold-out every say Am I getting closer? Am I getting warmer? Should I be a C.O? Undercover informer Get my song played at the Rock-Up in Harlem Would this make you say that I'm finally a problem? What if I dissed my mom and told you I popped pills? Then I dye my hair blonde, would that help towards the deal? Or I shot my own video, rented new wheels Throw money in the air, fake dollar bills Or we can make a movie, a movie on my life But I'm from New York, so this time, let's do the movie right There's narcotics in my ink, every time I write I think I should do me, I could do it right So put me in studio, leave the door cracked Let God come in, I give hell to the track I still make an impact without a page six Fuck a gimmick and that's where the aids dick [Outro: The Beatles] Got to be a joker, he just do what he please Come together, right now Over me