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Diamond & The Psychotic Neurotics
Diamond & The Psychotic Neurotics
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Kirkland
Joseph Kirkland
Composer
Cleveland Horne
Cleveland Horne
Composer
Clydes Smith
Clydes Smith
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Diamond & The Psychotic Neurotics
Diamond & The Psychotic Neurotics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon, uh, to the westside, Yeah, c'mon, to the eastside, C'mon c'mon, to the northside, Yeah Fat Joe in the house, To the southside, WhizOne in the house, To my man Showbiz in the house, Huh, aiiiyo bust it... Ya see I skip to my loo like Napolean at Waterloo My name is Diamond D, tell ya what I'm gonna do I dip and I dab like a Mike Tyson jab Even though there's flab I possess the gift of gab I shoot it like a jammy-in Girls, get the panty-ins Even wit a fanny and I might win a Grammy-in Maybe I won't so I'll chill like the pope See I'll neva mope 'cause ya know my shit is dope Like Columbian fish scale, ask my man Ishmael (Diamond D got props like a cop) aaahhhh Or betta yet DT 'cause brothas can't see me Even ya girl says ya got a small wee wee Now ya wanna go upside her head (What you talkin bout!) Then you feel intimidated by the things she said (Yo chill!) Don't worry bout it 'cause I paid her back, (you know I) Took her to the rest then I laid her back I go on and on like popcorn Wit da butter, aiiiyaayyaayyayo I used to stutter But I fall on track-in, some may say I'm wack-in Fact, but in fact, I'm not any of that black See I'm the best kept secret So shut da fuck up and peep it [Hook] Cock d, ***trees in forests?*** Rapper tries ta 'cause I crush da muthafucka! [X4] [Diamond D] Yeah, 'cause I'm the best kept secret So shut the fuck up and peep it Ya see I write my own rhymes, produce my own shit Yeah boy, I ain't the one ta fuck wit (nope) I'll take a beat and I'll flip it Wit so much flava, niggaz wanna sip it But that's cool 'cause they know I got skills Let me demonstrate I you will, ahem Rock is my man and So is Dapper Dan and I'll shake a hand and Don't try ta flam Or front like a stunt who wants the cunt I only hit grand slams, neva will I bunt Bases are loaded, bottom of the ninth I step to the plate 'cause I know my shit is great I can't walk down a street (Aiiyo Diamond, can you make me a beat) Ya gotta have cheese About a couple o' g's, huh But if I know ya, I might just throw ya A li'l somethin on the side troop A funky bass line and a hype loop I got a thousand old records in my crib I used to hustle but I neva did a bid Some people call me Jo Jo I keep a low pro Non-stop props, so act like you know bro Pass me a mic and I'mma keep it Yeah boy, I'm the best kept secret [Hook] [X4] Yo, I'm deadlier than Michael Myers My style will embrace you like a pair of pliers But don't sweat it G, why don't'cha let it be 'Cause Diamond D is a pedigree In other words I'm official I neva go out like a wet piece of tissue Ruff and rugged Stronger than Bounty New York is the city, Bronx is the county Learn from the best so the rest just fest Now I'm gettin booked at the Philmore West Or either in the village so kill it skillet Ya ask ya'self Will it eva cease? 'Cause Diamond's sharp as a crease I only use bees wax, I'll neva use grease On my dreads but instead if you want some kicks Step to the mic I'm an 8 to 1 pick You reap what you sow and I can reap it Yo I'm the best kept secret [Hook][4x]
Writer(s): George Melvin Brown, Dennis Thomas, Claydes Eugene Smith, Gene C. Redd, Cleveland Horne, Roy Handy, Joseph Kirkland, Ronald Bell, Robert Mickens, Robert Bell, Richard Allen Westfield Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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