Tytuł: Certified

• Wykonawca: Guru
• Wyświetleń: 362

  
   [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