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