Trials - The Certificate lyrics

[Intro: Suffa] Certified Wise in the house tonight (Flak: Certified Wise!) Oi, when I say 'Certified' you say Wise We say 'Certified' - - WISE! 'Certified' - - WISE! [Verse 1: Suffa] The Certified have arrived, extraordinaire extravagant Beers like confidence, man I'm drinkin' until I'm arrogant Cause I'm a co*ky f**, hit your girl and I knock her up You're like "what the f**?", in the net like a hockey puck (score!) Rappers get embarra**ed when they see the way that we work They try hard, they 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 [Verse 2: Trials] Mr Trials, young ladies gimme a call My number's written next to "f**-wit" on the chicks bathroom wall I'm slightly easy and a tripe bit sleazy With a 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 Colonnade's [Verse 3: Kris] It's Certified Wise, no need to tell you again Because these c*nts 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 the liner notes are fact sheets Like black sheep I've got two words for those who slept (nya, Nya nya nyoooo respect!) [Verse 4: Mic Lez] 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 rhyme when I find time And I'll find out if you're walking if you're talking the grape vine I'll waste time. Need to take on the job at hand The sk**s 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 {​Hook}​ I manifest Hip-Hop in it's highest degree... (Certified Wise) Hip-Hop's somethin' I take very seriously... (I sensualise, Certified Wise) [Verse 5: Headlock] Every songs a collection of kids charmed lives Like the p**n section of Gary Glitters hard drive Certified Wise throws agendas so hot It'd make a married man give up his annual bl**job 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 f**ing feel me I'll crush you without pitty [Verse 6: Blockade] I arrange certain words amongst silence To be heard in abundance while MC's face redundance Stereo speakers exceed beyond specifications Through extended noise generations Let's cut the conversations to a small chat (Why's that?) I'm busy trying to react to the hi-hats Blockade and Certified stand tall above ridiculous under-achievers And constant non-believers (believes) [Verse 7: Sesta] I'm on stage with a handful of Panadol's handing them out Cause of the head throbbing from the head nodding And we about putting you out for the count like Mic check You ain't gonna get Certified respect So hide your decks, your 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 p**n s** [Verse 8: DJ Debris] It's the Buddhist Monks with the certified MC's I'll make you nod your head like Parkinson's disease So stand at ease, but don't step to our clique I got a hundred metronomes just waiting to go sick So take your pick, but not the axe or the shovel After Hours I'll make beds rock like Barney Rubble It's kinda subtle the way that my flow bores And leave your ears up sh** creek without a Funkoar [Verse 9: Flak] Now certified wise gotta hold o ya We got the whole lot o crop of 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" {​Hook}​ [Scratches by DJ Debris] "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 reckin" [Verse 10: Simplex] Complex compliments this simple, to complete this individual Simplex the original beat, the hypocritical Ridicule, the weaker techniques that leave you burnt Like cannabis sativa, either you do or you don't, we'll prove that you won't 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 [Verse 11: Expressionist] 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 conjured 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 [Verse 12: Kolaps] You f*ggot MC's always compare one another Studio 2000's where you shot your album cover I've the right patience, to your sh** dictation Then commence domestic MC word castration Like excelled effects from a psychedelic wanger For you there's no escape like s**m in a franger Simulated imitations fade away progressively So go f** yourself hermaphrodite MC {​Hook}​ "Yo this is DJ Debris" "Representing" "Certified Wise" [Verse 13: Trauma] 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'm bringing 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 [Verse 14: Intalekt] I throw tempo-tempos, to scare those who dare oppose Who don't compare the pros, I'm dressed in threadbare clothes Still these rare flows got MC's pleading "Give us a fair go!" Try to stop me, you don't realise the lengths to which I'm prepared to go We should take a short journey and leave you at your wits-end You get burnt 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 [Verse 15: Hons] The situation gets sticky like a perve with p**n mags My presence on stage will make your trailer who*e skags Girls cats, Hornbag, You know my style s**er And that we make tracks to get you up like a fluffer Certified wise, notorious to rip c*nts Dissin' us will get costly like private shows at strip clubs Beating me's a hard task by itself so f** you Cos that's a fantasy like an*l s** with Eliza Dushku [Verse 16: Pressure] 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 ya bless ya sh** you never spit the fresher sh** than Pressure Any means, risk or measure This cut is deep, so pump a beat for my f**in' peeps I'm rated X-rated the way that I come with tongue and cheek We bring the ruckus like truckers in bar brawls Certified Wise and we out like last calls