Димас Булыгин родился 6 Ноября 1991 года. Он был рожден в городе Detroit. Также, мы выяснили, что сейчас он проживает в городе Соловецкий, Россия. Димас придерживается умеренных политических взглядов. На вопрос о религии он указал: "Православие".
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Вот, что рассказывает Димас о себе:
[Intro] Look.. if you had.. one shot, or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted.. in one moment Would you capture it.. or just let it slip? Yo.. [Verse 1] His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drops bombs, but he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth but the words won't come out He's chokin, how? Everybody's jokin now The clock's run out, time's up, over - BLAOW! Snap back to reality, OHH - there goes gravity OHH - there goes Rabbit, he choked He's so mad, but he won't Give up that easy nope, he won't have it He knows, his whole back's to these ropes It don't matter, he's dope He knows that, but he's broke He's so sad that he knows when he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's back to the lab again, yo, this whole rap shit He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him [Chorus] You better - lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go (go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime You better - lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go (go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime You better.. [Verse 2] Soul's escaping, through this hole that is gaping This world is mine for the taking Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order A normal life is boring but superstardom's close to post-mortem, it only grows harder Homie grows hotter, he blows it's all over These hoes is all on him, coast to coast shows He's known as the Globetrotter Lonely roads, God only knows He's grown farther from home, he's no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose cause here goes the cold water These hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold product They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera is told, it unfolds, I suppose it's old partner But the beat goes on da-da-dum da-dum da-dah [Chorus] [Verse 3] No more games, I'ma change what you call rage Tear this motherfuckin roof off like two dogs caged I was playin in the beginning, the mood all changed I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhymin and stepped right in the next cypher Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper All the pain inside amplified by the fact that I can't get by with my nine to five and I can't provide the right type of life for my family, cause man, these God damn food stamps don't buy diapers, and there's no movie There's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard, and it's gettin even harder Tryin to feed and water my seed plus, teeter-totter Caught