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Correct The Certificate Lyrics
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Hilltop Hoods
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Correct The Certificate
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Cats get served, running up sliced Every single night and that the way we keep it right Like that fuckers... (Yeah) I'm just trickin though, Certified Wise in the house tonight (Certified Wise!) Oi, When I say Certified you say Wise we say Certified! (Wise!) Certified! (Wise!) The Certified have arrived, extraordinaire extravagant Beers like confidence, man I drink until I'm arrogant Cause I'm a cocky fuck, Hit your girl and I knock her up Be like what the fuck? In the net like a hockey puck. (score!) Rappers get embarrassed when they see the way that we work They try hard, they're shamed like fat guys swimming in T-shirts Research your Oz hip-hop, before you step to us And if you step, hands around your throat like a necklace Mr Trials, young ladies gimme a call My number's written next to Fuckwit on the Chicks bathroom wall I'm slightly easy and a trife bit sleazy With the wit of a red brick and chiselled body of Kim Beazley My theory is, never touch the mic quite serious A kid goes out on dates later than their next period My crews got it made, rockin the place With more dope rappers to match every pram chillin at collonades It's Certified Wise, no need to tell you again Because these cunts can be so funky that the smell would offend A dyke's girlfriend dog, now lets get straight to the point shall we This rowdy crowd of mc's and dj's know how to pound beats Like kids with flat feet and crap beats walking down backstreets So much work went into this to line the notes of fact sheets Like black sheep I've got two words for those who slept (Nya, Nya nya nyoooo respect) You thought it was safe, well guess what (what?) Boys then beware; my friends will find your weak points (then what) Get up in there. Attack your mind, with a fine line when I find time And I'll find out that you're walking if you're talking the grape vine I'll waste time. Need to take on the job at hand. Got skills for this professional typical certified wise man From Sky to land, I'm overcoming all your schemes and plans So take cover as I rain thunder upon you man I manifest Hip-Hop in it's highest degree (Certified Wise) Somethin' I take very seriously (I sensualise, Certified Wise) Every songs a collection of kids charmed lives Like the porn section of gary glitters hard drive Certified Wise throws a jam that's so hot it'd Make a married man give up his annual blowjob You better show something, with heading no bluffin On the wrong side of my tracks, I'll smash your petticoat junction In a suffering city, I'm punishing the pretty And if you don't fuckin feel me I'll crush you without pity I arrange certain words amongst silence To be heard in abundance while mc's face redundance Stereo speakers exceed beyond specifications Through Extended noise generation Let's cut the conversations to a small chat (why's that?) I'm busy tryin to react to the hi-hat Blockade and Certified stand tall above ridiculous under-achievers And constant non-believers I'm on stage with a hanful of panadols handin them out Cos of the head throbbin from the head noddin And we about puttin you out for the count like mic check, You aint gonna get Certified respect So hide your decks, ya mics I might blackout In a cipher when I still take the title The name's Sesta, I snatch an 'l' plate and slap it on your forehead With more force than porn s** It's the budhist monks, with the certified mc's I'll make you nod your head like Parkinson's disease Sin sanity's but don't step to our click I got a hundred metronomes just waiting to go sync So take ya pick but not the axe or the shovel After hours I make beds rock like Barney Rubble It's kinda subtle, the way that my flow bores And leave your ears up shit creek without a funk oar Now certified wise gotta hold o ya We got the whole lot o cop and magnolia We're the fresh B-boys in Nike and Adidas We're hotter than heaters and blowin up speakers There's no half-steppers, we far from a fake, we make Rap music every Aussie can relate to We'll never take a tumble, We're not gonna stumble If you this any member the result is let's rumble Let me show you new rappers how to do a posse reckin [Scratches] Let me show you new rappers how to do a posse reckin [Scratches] Let me show you new rappers how to do a poss poss posse re re re re reckin Complex compliments this simple to complete this individual Simplex the original beat the hypocritical, ridicule The weaker techniques that leave you burnt Like cannabis sateva, either you do or you don't, we'll prove that you wont Ever endeavour to get it together to better these fellas I'll be like whatever, you get it? You're wondering why you should never try The reason certified is mr. Nice with the wise guys These crews stress, fully on a quest To be recognised, put up on a level next to me And the Wise unified our lives, we bless the beat We yet to see competitors who can compete with Elaborate schemes they conjoured up in their dreams Have to be outta your mind to even battle this team Masterminds of the game, nobody does it the same When we leave the stage we're sure that you remember the name You faggot mc's always compare one another Studio 2000's where you shot your album cover I've the right patience, to your shit dictation Then commence domestic mc word castration Like excelles effects from a psychadelic wanger For you there's no escape like sperm in a franger Simulated immitations fade away progressively So go fuck yourself homaphrodite mc Yo this is dj Debris Representing Certified Wise A dietarian, pages down, lyrical librarian My strong line is carnivore your line was vegetarian Comparin them I'm tearin them in two so don't you dare me then Comparin them with them I bring the heat like a solarium You're starin then you better step back while I'm preparin them Certified lyrical delegates are all the sound-ions, Rebellions under one banner for new milleniums The south is certified it's so good like sanitarium I throw tempo-tempos to scare those who dare oppose Who don't compare the pro's I'm dressed in threadbare clothes Still these rare flows got mc's pleading "give us a fair go" Don't try to stop me you don't realise the lengths to which I'm prepared to go We can take a short journey and leave you at your wits end You get burned like you're smoking a cigarette from the lit end You're acting so feminine you could be stressing about split ends Certified hit home with so much force they make bricks bend This situation get sticky, like a perve with porn mags My presence on stage will make you trailer whore skags Girls cats, hornbag, you know my style sucker, And now we made tracks to get you up like a fluffer Certified wise, notorious to rip cunts Dissin us will get costly like private shows at strip clubs Beating me's a hard task by itself so fuck you, Cause that's a fantasy like anal s** with Eliza Dushku This is my life and many come and go like one night stands I treat live jams like a sermons and in my mic hand A holy get them with ya bless ya Shit you never spit the fresher shit than Pressure Any means, risk or measure This cut is deep, so pump a beat for my fuckin peeps I'm rated X-rated the way that I come with tongue and cheek We bring a ruckus like truckers in bar brawls Certified Wise and we out like last calls... Calls... Calls...
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