Best Kept Secret

[Verse One] You see I skip to my lou like Napoleon at Waterloo My name is Diamond D, tell you 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 and girls give the panties and Even with a fanny and I might win a Grammy and Maybe I won't so I'll chill like the pope See I'll never mope cause I know my shit is dope Like Columbian fish scale, ask my man Ishmael (Diamond D got props like a cop) Or better yet DT cause brothers can't see me Even your girl says you got a small wee wee Now you wanna go upside her head Do you feel intimidated by the things she said Don't be mad cause I paid her back (You know I) took her to the res and I laid her back (I go) on and on like popcorn with the butter A-a-a-a-yo! I used to stutter But I fall on track and some may say I'm wack and Fact, but in fact, I'm not any of that black See I'm the best kept secret So shut the fuck up and peep it [Hook] "Diamond D"... "Raised in Forest" "Rapper tries to diss I crush the motherfucker" (Repeat x4) [Verse Two] See I write my own rhymes, produce my own shit Yeah boy, I ain't the one to fuck with I'll take a beat and I'll flip it With so much flavor, niggas wanna sip it But that's cool cause they know I got skills Let me demonstrate if you will, ahem Rock is my man and so is Dapper Dan and I'll shake your hand and don't try to flam Or front like a stunt who lost her cunt I only hit grand slams, never 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 the street (A-yo Diamond, can you make me a beat) You gotta have cheese, about a couple of G's But if I know ya, I might just throw ya A little something on the side, troop A funky bassline and a hype loop I got a thousand old records in my crib I used to hustle but I never 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] [Verse Three] 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 you let it be Cause Diamond D is a pedigree In other words I'm official I'll never go out like a wet piece of tissue Ruff and rugged, stronger than Bounty New York is the city, Bronx is the county Learned from the best so the rest just fess Now I'm gettin' booked at the Fillmore West Located in the Village, so kill it, 'skillet You ask yourself, will it ever cease? Cause Diamond's sharp as a crease I only use bees wax, I'll never 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]