Certified

Lyrics

[Intro: Guru, (Bilal)] Niggas gotta know, we've been 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...) [Hook: Bilal] This right here has been certified 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! [Verse 1: Guru] Prepare each element with raw street intelligence Dig the soul, this is–complete elegance Hot beat 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, all you partyin' purists 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 [Hook: Bilal] This right here has been certified 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! [Verse 2: Bilal, as Airtight Willie, (Guru)] Who, me? That nigga Jay Dee (Jay Dee) Supplied the beat that I flow to (Uh huh) Comin' through, with Guru (Guru) As for me, I be the nigga Airtight, 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 (That pimp shit) Big whips with full clips Got mad chicks, on my dick Ridin' by, so say it loud – in yo' face! [Hook: Bilal] This right here has been certified 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! [Verse 3: Guru] Soulful Tinted window whips, lots of chicks, lots of chips Anything ain't right, then the brothers gotta flip You "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 macks, 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 and 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 [Hook: Bilal, (Guru)] This right here has been certified 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! This right here has been certified (This one right here... has been certified...) For years... (For years...) Ahhhahhh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah (That's right) He's got soul up in his blueprint (Soul up in his blueprint) And he's ready to vocalize (Ready to vocalize) So we passin' the mic your way (Pass the mic this way) Come on, testify! (Testify) [Outro: Guru, with Bilal on adlibs] Heh, like they say, it doesn't hurt to try This here–is bonafide, baby Certified, baby – Jazzmatazz, third edition, ha-heh 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