| Niggas 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) | 
| 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. | 
| 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 | 
| Who, me? | 
| That nigga Jay, Dee (Jay Dee) | 
| Some plod to beats that I, flow to | 
| Run men through, with Gu-ru (Guru) | 
| As for me, I be the nigga that’s tight | 
| You got to seeeeeeee | 
| In order for you, to believeeeeeee | 
| Singin these words, with easeeeee | 
| 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! | 
| 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 | 
| 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 B-I-L-A-L | 
| YouknowhatI’msayin? | 
| 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 |