damnlyrics.com

Certified (feat. Bilal)

[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 getPlus 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 rhymesLike 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-are you (Guru)

As for me, I be the nigga that's tightYou 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 soulStraight 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 rapAny 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 WizziesAnd 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 ITestify, 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: x 2]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, testifyHmm, like they say it doesn't hurt to try

This here, is bonafied baby, certified baby

Jazzmatazz 3rd edition

Gifted Unlimited Rhymes UniversalNo rehearsal, certified with virtue

Respect the circle

It's me and the be-I-L-A-L

You know what I'm sayin' Jay Dee from Pay JayAirtight Willie heh, from Boston to New Yiddy

All the way to Philly

Now in the D sittin pretty

Certified

Songwriters

ELAM/YANCEY/DE PAUL/GREEN/OLIVER/Published by

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUB GROUP, WARNER CHAPPELL MUSIC INC, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., Royalty Network, SONY ATV MUSIC PUB LLC Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.

Enjoy the lyrics !!!