Certified Lyrics - Guru

[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-are you (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 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: 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, 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 be -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