The Gimmick

[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