Certified Lyrics
[Guru] Niggaz gotta know we've puttin it down This shit is certified right
here (whoo yes, yes) No games with this right here Straight to the
di-dome, like this (uhh, uhh)
[Chorus: Bilal] This right here, has
been cer-ti-fied, for years.. ahhhahhh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah He's got soul up in
his blueprint, and he's ready to vocalize So we, passin the mic your way,
come on testify..
[Guru] Prepare each element with raw street
intelligence Dig the soul this is, complete elegance Heartbeat delegates
when I spit each melon's hit Like to build ill like, repeat felons
get Plus I'm jazzy and like to dress to impress It's the baldhead buddha,
with the mic caress And I might suggest, that you broaden your mind You
spend a lot of your time dancin to fraudulent rhymes Like a breath of fresh
air we gonna, change the pace Not a mental slave, so save the angry
face It's the return of the mellow voiced maestro, and my flow eliminates
the comp like Geico, Insurance - just for your body's endurance You get
more for your money, or your partyin purest So don't start to get nervous
now that we up in the spot We've been certified for years, you gonna love it
a lot
[Chorus]
[Jay Dee] Who, me? That nigga Jay, Dee (Jay
Dee) Some plod to beats that I, flow to Run men through, with Gu-ru
(Guru) As for me, I be the nigga that's tight you got to seeeeeeee in
order for you, to believeeeeeee Singin these words, with easeeeee Talkin
bout, boom - a-shaka-laka -a-laka-laka-BOOM! Roll the weed and lose the
seeds asshole You can breathe three-hundred-and-sixty degrees of HEAT,
sing with the soul Straight from the streets, of Illadelph Move your feet
- ahh-HAH, pimp shit (It's that pimp shit) Big whips with full clips Got
mad chicks, on my dick ridin by, so say it loud, in your
face!
[Chorus]
[Guru] Soulful Tinted window whips, lots of
chicks lots of chips Anything ain't right then the brother's gotta
flip or skinnydip, after a sip of Cognac rap Any wack wimp with whiskers,
I bomb that cat Alarm that cat, that when we slide through abide to the
rules that's been laid down by (?) true like bibles I'm liable, to come
through, seven deep with Wizzies and ditch 'em while other ladies whisper,
who is he? Then later leave with eight new ones, me an airtight
Willie Bout to smack you silly with two guns So hereby I certify don't
care if you feel hurt if I testify, against your false words or lies Word
to God this is my job I'm workin hard every minute Movin up in the rat race,
city council to senate So what you don't get it? You can't front no
more Been certified for years, can't speak to chumps no more
[Chorus
2X]
[Guru over 2nd repeat] This one right here has been certified,
for years That's right Soul up in his blueprint, ready to vocalize Pass
the mic this way, testify
Hmm, like they say it doesn't hurt to
try This here, is bonafied baby, certified baby Jazzmatazz 3rd
edition Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal No rehearsal, certified with
virtue Respect the circle It's me and the
B-I-L-A-L YouknowhatI'msayin? Jay Dee from Pay Jay Airtight Willie heh,
from Boston to New Yiddy all the way to Philly Now in the D sittin
pretty Certified
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