Secrets
Kontains Jazz and L.O.R.D. Lyrics
Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴ Line by Line Meaning ↴
I got diamonds fuck'n wit me, You is obsolete
Fuck what they recite
They got no words for me
Fuck what you recite
I'm bringing in the streets
Same old thing with the body bag
Same old shit got'm running back
And thats what makes us
That's what makes us
Gods to men
Flaunt it when i get it
When i cop it
See me pocket
Riches of another kind
Jewelry of the blind
Friends are hard to find
So i make it the quest
Fuck the rest
Fuck yourself
Cut the deck
Same old shit got'm running back
They don't know what shit is wack
We had to tell'm
Glisten some aquamarine when i bust in the scene
Oh!
Never get'm woke
Never get upset about it
All this doubt got you stressed about it
You'll never understand the right environment
God damn!
Thats what you always say
Always cut the path
Always run away
Never stick through
Big move
Do what you gotta do and never be moved
What's up?
From the top
To the depths
Baited breaths
Make that word of your own
And let it take you a little closer to home
let it roam, let it roam
Get live or get out!
The song "Secrets" by Kontains Jazz and L.O.R.D. talks about betrayal and deceit among friends. The lyrics describe how the singer got to know the secrets of his friend, who talks about him behind his back, by listening to him while he is sleeping. The singer, who seems to be a gang member, is always alert and ready to strike back before his "friends" can do anything to hurt him. He accuses them of being weak and untrustworthy and warns them that he knows what they are up to. The chorus talks about how he hears their secrets when they are talking in their sleep, indicating that he is always one step ahead of them.
The second verse talks about the singer's life on the streets and how he has made it through by being smart and staying ahead of his enemies. He talks about how his rivals are jealous and envious of his success and how they have always tried to bring him down. He tells them to focus on their own success instead of worrying about his, as he is not bothered by their rumors and lies. The bridge talks about how the singer always thought that his friend would never betray him but ended up stabbing him in the back.
Overall, the song talks about the harsh realities of street life and how friends can turn into enemies in a matter of seconds. It highlights the importance of being vigilant and not trusting anyone blindly.
Line by Line Meaning
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Expressing excitement and anticipation before starting the song
I got to snoop, so cold
I need to investigate and gather information, I will do this with finesse and ease
I hear the secrets that you keep
I am aware of the information that you keep hidden from others
When you're talking in your sleep
When you are at your most vulnerable, I can hear your true thoughts and intentions
When you close your eyes and you go to sleep
When you let your guard down and are at your most vulnerable
That's when I ride, late night I be on the creep
That's when I gather information and conduct my investigations, I usually do this at night to remain unseen
I'm a get you before you get me
I will gather information on you before you try to do the same to me
Them niggas that you hang with are so weak
The people you associate with are not trustworthy or capable of keeping secrets
You're talking shit about me
You are saying negative things about me behind my back
Turn around and you're the homie
You act like we are friends when we are together, but talk badly about me when I am not around
Man that shit is phony
Your behavior is fake and insincere
Tried to set me up bro
You attempted to orchestrate a situation to make me look bad or get me in trouble
But you were singing to my hoe
I found out that you were talking to my partner behind my back
From a nigga to a dub
From someone who was once respected to someone who is now worthless and insignificant
From a g to a scrub
From someone who was highly regarded to someone who is now worthless and ineffective
I'm a vet on the set
I have been in this game for a long time and have experience and knowledge
I'm a show you what it was
I will demonstrate how things used to be done
Y'all flipping out, trippin' out
You are overreacting and acting irrationally
Cause I took a different route
I chose to do things differently than you or others in the past
6-2 rag, hell yeah come dippin' out
I am driving a 1962 automobile with a rag top and am proud to show it off
Beach city rider, 85'er, east sider
I am from the east side of Long Beach and have been riding around the beach cities since 1985
Ain't none of y'all niggas live-er
I am more alive and thriving than any of you
I hear the bad shit that y'all talk
I am aware of the negative things you say about me behind my back
You want to catch me out of pocket but I can't get caught
You want to catch me doing something wrong or illegal, but I am too smart to get caught
I'm a show you what a bitch thought, a bitch taught
I will demonstrate what happens when you listen to and believe negative input from untrustworthy sources
A nigga got played out and layed out in chalk
Someone who was once respected and revered became irrelevant and died, and now their body is lying in chalk outlines
It's a cold game
The world is an unforgiving and ruthless place
It's like a rap riddle
This situation is complex and difficult to understand
Nine times out of ten a bitch was in the middle
Most of the time, a woman was responsible for causing problems or misunderstandings
Most neighborhoods started off cool
Most communities and groups began on positive terms
In the eighties it was Long Beach fool
In the 1980s, Long Beach was a popular and happening place
With no separation
Everyone was united and working together
Here's a toast to the real shit, the foundation
Let's celebrate and honor the integrity and authenticity that formed the basis for our community
You know my game is amazing
You are aware of my impressive skills and abilities
I keep blazing
I keep moving forward and accomplishing great things
East side niggas is the craziest and the shadiest
People from the east side of Long Beach are known for being unpredictable and untrustworthy
Yeah dog, tell 'em again
Yes, keep reiterating and re-emphasizing the truth of the situation
What you talking 'bout loc?
What are you saying, my friend?
I got hell of a ends
I have a lot of money and wealth
Hoping that her smiling exes fall (ego hustling loopholes)
I am hoping that the men who used to date my partner have a fall from grace and lose their status and power
I'd always thought that you would've never have stabbed me everywhere
I never expected that you would betray me in every possible way
More rumors, more lies
The more people talk, the more falsehoods and untruths are spread
More money, more time
The more wealth and success people have, the more they focus on trivial things and waste time
I don't really give a fuck cause you all gon' shine
I don't care about your success and glory, because you will ultimately fail and become irrelevant
So you better get yours and quit worrying 'bout mine
You should focus on achieving success for yourself, and stop trying to sabotage my own success and progress
I see it in your voice and I hear it in your eyes
Your body language and mannerisms reveal your true intentions and feelings to me
So jealous, so envious
You are so consumed with jealousy and envy towards me and my accomplishments
What a drag
What a downer, you are ruining the mood and the situation
Real talk loc, you ain't acting like a man
Honestly, my friend, you are not behaving in a mature or responsible manner
Your message is how blessed you is
Your focus and message is on how fortunate and blessed you are, despite being ungrateful and selfish
I guess you is
I suppose that is true, but your behavior and attitude do not reflect it
Look at the mess you in
You have created a chaotic and negative situation for yourself
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Bryce Yelle
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
David Almog
Yes, the Brecker signature is flawless together the Erskine tempo.....tales of the Hudson revisited live.
Michael Brecker now jams with another cat, Miles Davis up there .....
culturehorse
So from what year is this wonderful ensemble performance and who was the pianist please/?
Mark Burrell
The Great Joey Calderazzo !
Guto
10:42