Secrets
C.I.D Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, see'mon, uh, to the westside,
Opening with enthusiasm and inviting the listener to come to the westside

ya see I skip to my loo like Napolean at Waterloo
I move with confidence and control, like Napoleon at Waterloo

My name is Diamond D, tell ya what I'm gonna do
Introducing himself and hinting at his plans

I dip and I dab like a Mike Tyson jab
I move quickly and precisely, like a Mike Tyson punch

Even though there's flab I possess the gift of gab
Even though I may not look the part, I have the ability to speak well

I shoot it like a jammy-in
I shoot my shot like a gun

Girls, get the panty-ins
I have a way with women that makes them excited

Even wit a fanny and I might win a Grammy-in
Even with flaws, I am so talented that I may win a Grammy award

Maybe I won't so I'll chill like the pope
Although I may not win an award, I will remain gracious and humble

See I'll neva mope 'cause ya know my shit is dope
I will never be down about not winning because I know my work is excellent

Like Columbian fish scale, ask my man Ishmael
My work is comparable to high-quality cocaine, as confirmed by my friend Ishmael

(Diamond D got props like a cop) aaahhhh
Acknowledging that he is respected and liked like a police officer

Or betta yet DT 'cause brothas can't see me
Arguing that he is even more respected and admired than the famous DT

Now ya want to go upside her head (What you talkin bout!!!)
You now want to harm the woman who criticized you for being inadequate

Then you feel intimidated by the things she said (Yo chill!!)
You feel threatened by the woman's words

Don't worry bout it 'cause I paid her back, (you know I)
Assuring the listener that he avenged the woman's insults

Took her to the rest then I laid her back
Implies that he had sexual relations with the woman in question

I go on and on like popcorn
I keep going, endlessly, like popping corn

Wit da butter, aiiiyaayyaayyayo
With skill and style, for emphasis

I used to stutter
Admitting a past weakness

But I fall on track-in, some may say I'm wack-in
Improving his skills despite past difficulties, and acknowledging that some may still criticize him

Fact, but in fact, I'm not any of that black
Admitting he may not be perfect, but still excellent

See I'm the best kept secret
Asserting that he is a hidden gem, not yet fully discovered

Cock d, trees in forests???
Using nonsensical phrases to sound cool

Rapper tries ta 'cause I crush da muthafucka!!
Challenging other rappers and boasting about his ability to win

Yeah, 'cause I'm the best kept secret
Revisiting the earlier declaration that he is underrated and secret

Ya see I write my own rhymes, produce my own shit
Stating that he is fully talented and independent

Yeah boy, I ain't the one ta fuck wit (nope)
Asserting that he is skilled and confident, and not to be messed with

I'll take a beat and I'll flip it
He can take any beat and make it his own

Wit so much flava, niggaz want to sip it
His work has so much style that people want to emulate it

But that's cool 'cause they know I got skills
Acknowledging that others admire his work

Let me demonstrate I you will, ahem
Offering to show off his skills

I can't walk down a street
Acknowledging his fame

(Aiiyo Diamond, can you make me a beat)
Recreating a common interaction - people asking him to make a beat for them

Ya gotta have cheese
Implying that money is necessary

But if I know ya, I might just throw ya
If he knows the person well enough, he may make them a beat for free

A li'l somethin on the side troop
He may do it as a favor or casual gesture

I got a thousand old records in my crib
He has a lot of records at his home

I used to hustle but I neva did a bid
Acknowledging his past in the hustle culture, but insisting that he never went to jail

Some people call me Jo Jo
A nickname he has earned over time

I keep a low pro
He keeps a low profile to avoid unwanted attention

Non-stop props, so act like you know bro
He continuously receives praise, so people should recognize his greatness

Pass me a mic and I'mma keep it
He is willing to perform and always does well

Yo, I'm deadlier than Michael Myers
His skills are so lethal that they rival that of a movie killer

My style will embrace you like a pair of pliers
His style is powerful and gripping

But don't sweat it G, why don't'cha let it be
Don't worry or be intimidated, just accept that he is great

'Cause Diamond D is a pedigree
Asserting his greatness and elite status

In other words I'm official
Confirming that he is the real deal

I neva go out like a wet piece of tissue
He always performs well and never embarrasses himself

Ruff and rugged
He is tough and tough-looking

Stronger than Bounty
Meaning he is stronger than the paper towel brand

New York is the city, Bronx is the county
Pointing out his origins

Learn from the best so the rest just fest
Implies that he learned from the best to establish his greatness

Now I'm gettin booked at the Philmore West
He is getting more famous and recognized

Or either in the village so kill it skillet
He is being praised and celebrated

Ya ask ya'self Will it eva cease?
Wondering if his success will ever end

'Cause Diamond's sharp as a crease
Asserting that he cannot be stopped or defeated

I only use bees wax, I'll neva use grease
He only uses the best quality ingredients

On my dreads but instead if you want some kicks
He has preferences and standards in his appearance, but is willing to help others with their beats

Step to the mic I'm an 8 to 1 pick
He is the clear and obvious choice to perform

You reap what you sow and I can reap it
If you make something great, people will recognize and appreciate it