The Beatles - the gimmick

이 노래는 주인이 유명세를 얻기 위해 여러 가지 비상식적인 방법을 차용하려는 모습을 그린다
그는 매스미디어와 사회적 기대 속에서 갈등하며, 진정성을 찾기 위해 고군분투한다
그리고 결국 자신만의 독창적인 길을 선택하는 결심을 하게 된다

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
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 Mark in the booth
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