Confidentiality - Professor X

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!