Hilltop Hoods - The Certificate lyrics

rate me

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

Missed the drum, 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.

The 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 thats 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 dont fuckin feel me I'll crush you without pity

I arrange certain words amongst silence

To be heard in abundance what 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 sex

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 sick

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 dis any member the result is LET'S RUMBLE

Let me show you new rappers how to do a posse reckin

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Let me show you new rappers how to do a posse reckin

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Let me show you new rappers how to do a poss poss posse 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 dont, 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

i got [no idea], pages down, lyrical librarian

my strong line is carnivore your line was vegetarian

comparin them i'm tearin them in 2 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 1 banner for new milleniums

the south is certified its so good like sanitarium

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 thats a fantasy like anal sex 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 whiskal measure

This cunt 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