This is a song about "Gimmicks"

I show many gimmicks yeah, but im a mystical rhymer, call me a big timer,

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Out of lyrics and nitpicks with silly gimmicks.

So get lost with your gimmicks

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

Using midgets as gimmicks. she got a lot of game, she don't need a name to acclaim

I envisioned a vivid image/ of you spitting gimmicks

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

The jiggas and the tips

I have all music gimmicks

She never ready to go so she forever come

Ain't no gimmicks, i don't mimic, just images bitch, spit 'em,

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Real name and no gimmicks in this game like obie trice,