Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Confidentiality, artist - Professor X. Date of issue: 31.12.1992
Song language: English
Confidentiality |
| As I strut that road |
| The universe serves me good weather |
| I come upon a tree |
| Lurking behind it were those images |
| Their names: envy, jealousy and spitefulness |
| Once again they seek to overwhelm me |
| And then… |
| You keep accusing me a thug |
| (?) A chapter in my life I dance with on a rug |
| I come diddy dum |
| Alegba, a shot of rum to my bass hum |
| As my people run amok |
| Now as I appear to duck |
| Me the Over on the other side of King Tut |
| Not common |
| Solomon has traveled |
| (?) Eighty to key why keep stomping |
| (?) Chubb robbing, pink Caddy jocking |
| Clocking your history |
| Oversee what will be |
| Indeed of my past I’m not pleased |
| Of a living city in the house |
| Brooklyn |
| Then you draw conclusion |
| Only to serve as the (?) Jew to making his way to an illusion |
| Me a micro diddy Dick Tracy? |
| Let me get raw |
| As I lay pipe, insight of the (?) last straw |
| Trip lock your door |
| While you ask for more |
| Don’t know what your asking for |
| Can’t you see the character flaw? |
| What’s in store |
| Black, back to the core |
| Jesus |
| Who happens to be black |
| Rat-a-tat-tat and all that |
| Years of the nine |
| The weapon’s crack |
| While the niggas believe the kind of weapon’s the Mac |
| Jack be humble |
| Jack stop faking dick |
| Jack jumped over the candle |
| Straight for the (?) clip for us |
| (?) This, the thrust |
| Unity a must |
| In God we trust |
| For you the (?) pauper definitely not pays me |
| But for him to win |
| He’s too small of a diddy diddy Dick Tracy |
| I say (?) drop the starter |
| If in league take a peek of my Kabbalah |
| Exodus |
| Me the guerrilla in the mist |
| Ready to take the risk |
| And try to hear the diss |
| When black (?) male the casualty the list |
| I give you inch, you take a yard and you miss |
| And after all this |
| You say you’re horny |
| I think you’re corny |
| When I want them, can get them |
| The FBI’s on me |
| My brother Funkin' Lesson calls you a weenie |
| Because of my uncompromising stance you want to see me |
| I’m a rude boy |
| Not a chance |
| Don’t even romance the thought |
| While your principals are sold and bought |
| And at the same time, many wars I fought |
| But none like this |
| So, Isis the kiss |
| And on to the road to enlist |
| Zoom, zoom, zoom! |
| This I submit |
| Feel the power harambee |
| The cut fist |
| As David’s my witness |
| To win you’re just too small of a diddy, diddy, Dick Tracy |
| From Bernard to Rodney King |
| The influences at what this all means |
| There’s no (?) conflict in the eight balling |
| Or NFL defensively jalting |
| Or even Mike Tyson in the ring brawling |
| But in fact the system keep stalling |
| When justice is to be served |
| He’s got the nerve |
| He takes us to the curb |
| So in the year of the wreck he gets what he deserves |
| He, the lying of Judah is what’s in store |
| And I say a prayer to those casualties of war |
| Cause I’m fired up and I can’t take no more |
| With the five (?) samples in a core |
| And then you come masquerading, masterbating |
| You contemplating you the whore |
| Next stop check, check me the raw |
| Coming through your mythological heaven’s door |
| You’ve chased me |
| You’ve taste me |
| With the isms you’ve raced me |
| This time at the round for you to win |
| You’re too small of a diddy dick |
| A diddy dick, a diddy Dick Tracy |
| I come |
| Alahfia |
| Then I go |
| (?) Touta Anadah Dada |
| Peace, the red the black the green |
| With a key! |