Hilltop Hoods - The Certificate Lyrics

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Artist : Hilltop Hoods 
Title : The Certificate 

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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 try for 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 
[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 

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, 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 

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lyrics submitted on 08-02-2006
lyrics corrected by nat on 25-10-2006