Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dianetics, artist - Nolan the Ninja. Album song He(art), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.06.2016
Record label: SPORT CAST
Song language: English
Dianetics |
My drive is infinite, surpassing that early Eminem |
So beware of this madness you’re getting in |
I’m a rebel, get your levels up |
Caught up in the mix like a teen bitch on her cellular |
Witness as I tear shit up |
Platinum skilling, yet we come from humble beginnings |
They get that love handed to them, I never knew the feeling |
Permanent placing, you here for temporary feeling, I |
Bless a stage & make a killing, my premonition |
The vibe is of the reminiscent, the flow is timeless |
Which is why, I’m bound to kick the fly shit, peep the synopsis |
I’m, set on every angle, topic, flow is tropic, meaning hot shit |
But yet it’s toxic, I’m still carrying tunnel vision upon the |
Niggas microscopic, I rock well, hope you watching |
Succeeding be’s the only option, I’m here to get this fielding |
Locked in, I’m inimitable, don’t try to box in |
Recognize, realize, motherfucker |
Dia-dianetics, dia-dianetics, dia-dianetics, dianetics, dianetics |
Playing Illmatic as if shit has never mattered |
Innocent nigga turned savage, declined a college masters |
So I seek the quickest way for cabbage |
Without playing some motherfucking taxes |
I’m out to make shit happen |
My crew creative minorities with a vision |
But struggle livings make us timid, hopeless but driven |
Aspirations of imminent stability of finance, chilling with |
Comrades, sipping Henny, spark the blunts & pass it |
And fuck acceptance by the masses |
Don’t need validation for me to know my shit is slapping |
I’m not a whack one, and fuck the niggas who be claiming |
That they pack guns, they pop gums, when you see them |
They’re employed at Pac Sun, shit, studio rappers make me |
Chuckle frequent, which is why I barely collab or do a feature |
You niggas weak, not even closet to the rare techniques or |
Style of beats, when we speak, we playing for keeps |
No holds barred, removal of the whack & the fraud |
Rappers, thinking they hard, bitch, we pulling that card |
Leaving you scarred, cuz we damage herbs with ease |
Don’t attempt to try & fuck with these, mad degrees, shit |
Reiteration that my vibing is ill |
Trained my microphonic skilling off of «93 'Til» |
Not looking for deals unless you talking 2 or 3 mil' |
If not then you can chill, we’ll continue to build |