The Gimmick

[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' 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 sung
Screaming the label's name without my name on the line
No, my devil'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 Mark in the booth
Fact is, he is none of the above
He's an electrician still cutting lead 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
More 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 aim and all finally fuck the listing?
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 that
Throw it on YouTube and grab some new fans and
Would that make you understand when this pen is in my hand?
All my mind space was dope, I had fake plays with a real wax on
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?
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 like .com come in
I give hell to the track, I still make an impact
Without a page 6, 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