Guru - Certified Lyrics

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Niggaz gotta know we've puttin' it down

This shit is certified right here

No games with this right here

Straight to the di-dome like this

This right here has been certified

For years 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

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 I 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

This right here has been certified

For years 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

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Who me? That nigga Jay Dee

Some plod to beats that I flow to

Run men through with Guru

As for me I be the nigga that's tight

You got to see

In order for you to believe

Singin' these words with ease

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 Lladelph

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

This right here has been certified

For years 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

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 Max

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 I 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

This right here has been certified

For years 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

This right here has been certified

For years 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

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

You know what I'm sayin'? 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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