Certified lyrics

Artist  : Guru Featuring Bilal, Jay Dee 
Song : Certified
 


[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