Best Kept Secret - Diamond D, Fat Joe

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

Cock d, ***trees in forests???***

Rapper tries ta 'cause I crush da muthafucka!

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, niggas 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

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