Testi Confidentiality - Professor X

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!