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Guru
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Certified
作詞:Lynsey Depaul, Keith Elam, Barry Green, Bilal Oliver, J Yancey
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
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
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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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