Diesel Motion - You Really Think I Haven't Heard That Before?

You really think I haven’t heard that before? You really think that line’s gon’ shake my core? I was built in the storm… You’re just talkin’ in scores. You really think I haven’t heard that before? Same old script, same recycled bore. They said I won’t, they said I can’t — encore, Now I kick down doors like— what you talkin’ for? Heard that chat in ‘04, ‘14, last week, Same weak critique when the pressure peak. I don’t fold, I don’t break, I evolve — I roar, You really think I haven’t heard that before? I heard “You’re too much”, heard “Tone it down”, Heard “Be realistic”, heard “Stay in your town”. Heard “Man’s delusional”, “Pipe dream clown”, Now I pipeline power, can’t shut me down. Heard “You ain’t built for this pace and flame”, Now I lace the game, accelerate lanes. They rehearse my failure like theatre plays, I reverse that curse, now I steer their gaze. Heard “You changed”, heard “You fake”, Heard “It’s luck”, heard “It’ll break”. But I built from dust and I built from ache, Now my name ring bells they can’t un-ring mate. They love to project what they never achieved, Whisper defeat when they speak on belief. But I sharpen my edge on the doubt they breathe, Turn friction to fire, now watch me seethe. They said “Calm down”, I said “Stand back.” They said “Slow pace”, I said “Fast track.” They said “That’s dead.” I said “That’s cap.” Every insult fuel in my rucksack. You really think I haven’t heard that before? (Heard that.) You think them words gon’ settle the score? (Nah bruv.) Same old doubts that I tore through raw, Now I build skyscrapers from the floor. Heard “Not you”, heard “Not now”, Heard “Pipe dream, pipe down.” But the grind too loud when the bassline pour — You really think I haven’t heard that before? I heard “You peaked”, I heard “It’s done”, Heard “You ain’t him”, heard “You ain’t the one.” But I train in silence and I load that drum, Not with bullets — discipline — watch me run. They panic when vision don’t match their frame, They mock what they fear, then they mask that shame. I catalogue doubt, I archive pain, Then weaponise both when I spark that flame. You talk from comfort, I talk from scars, You flex online, I stretch for stars. You heard my story in broken parts, I lived every second — you skimmed the charts. You really think noise can fracture steel? I forged my spine where the cold winds peel. Every “No” I heard turned kinetic wheel, Now momentum monstrous — torque unreal. They whisper. They doubt. They circle. They shout. But I’m forged from the grime and blackout nights, So your “I told you so” don’t sound so bright. You really think I haven’t heard that before? I heard it in whispers outside my door. Heard it in laughs when I stepped in the room, Now I step in silence — they step in doom. Heard “You’re mad”, heard “You’re lost”, Heard “That grind ain’t worth that cost.” But I paid in blood, not likes, not gloss, Now I calculate moves like a silent boss. I don’t argue noise — I archive names, I remember tone, I remember frames. Every slick little grin when they spoke my aims, Now they watch my rise like it’s public shame. You said I’d crumble? I sharpen pressure. You said I’d fumble? I move more clever. You said I’d fade? I last forever. Now your whole campaign look light as feather. Talk is cheap — I invoice silence. Pain built core — I forged that violence. Not with fists — with ruthless timing, Strike when the doubters feel most confident. You play checkers with ego hype, I play chess with a sniper’s sight. One calm move and I end that fight, No loud bark — just permanent night. I don’t chase clout, I collapse your myth. You speak my name? I eclipse your script. Every “He won’t” turned catalyst, Now my engine growl like apocalypse. You really think I haven’t heard that before? I heard worse when I had no score. Now I’m the storm you can’t ignore — And I don’t knock twice on that door. You really think I haven’t heard that before? Man I’ve heard it so much it’s a folklore lore. Every setback echo I’ve heard times four, Now I surf that storm like a tidal war. Same script, same chat, same recycled score, Same “Stay small” energy — I want more. Now the engine scream when the RPM soar — You really think I haven’t heard that before? I’ve heard it all. Every version. Every angle. Every doubt. And I’m still here.