Wise Guys

[Intro: Flak] Free yourself Oh yeah. Certified Wise back in this motherfucker. Hittin' you over the head with some of the hardest hip-hop you'll ever hear. Check this out. [Verse 1: Simplex] Spit with the force of four guillotines, my fortitude forms a fortress Fossilize the past, future flows are deemed flawless I spit a rhyme, spit it clear, speed at heart [?] had to break the world apart and make these artists martyrs of my orders Written, written, nah, spitting, spitting, nah Live with the speed of an infinite pitch of four five I'll exceed with intelligence, switch to A.I If you test my benevolence glitch, you'll all die [Verse 2: Blockade] I infected battle rages, pages of paragraphs Raise Pressure then four steam like auto glaves Bind together like fusion, spread pollution Shock like electrocution in an institution My solution's clear, I claim unchanged The lame are deranged, arranged by strange names Burning superstition, spitting ammunition (Uh) Come challenge this thirteen letter, two word division [Verse 3: Pressure] The rap rebel of hired guns, black metal and iron lungs Flat treble and height the drums They say we act' feral when I was young Swore I'ma never back-pedal or bite my tongue The social alcoholic, flow so catastrophic Till I drown in vomit and don't know how to stop it Planning to test me? Fella, haven't you met me? (Pressure) Welcome to the show, it's a family get together [Verse 4: Trials] You can catch Triggy Stardust, starkers Startin' on a lager, motherfucking farting in your Starbucks (Pwoah Stinka!) We stick groupies Even if they all talk and no action like chic movies (We the Funkoars!) All we got to do is hit the pub Stay out drunk and never miss the sun like Xzibit does So put your money where your mouth is, mate Get punched in the face, and watch your date pick up your change Tell it [Interlude: Cuts by Staen 1] "And we got the mass of a disco scratch" "DJ Staen one" "Roll the cut" (like that!) "Certi-certified heat speak, beat breaker" "Comin' through your speaker" (Yeah) "Go" [Verse 5: Raph A.L] It's Terra Firma, underrated, we were not ever created Payed our dues and dissipated (Fuck 'em all!) They claim we faded The hate it, [?] debate it, we bait them, then infiltrate 'em Then they rate it, we laid it, played it; made it, so you're frustrated Then caught the Certified orders, raps is running Southern borders This slaughter that we bought up, got you caught up, and drinking water You wanna be a supporter? The thought of wisdom is flawless They thought of the mental slaughter; reward, I thinking mortars [Verse 6: Trauma] Still spitting that grammatical grammar as hard as granite Specialising in the building schematics to build planets Inhabit with those static erratic, they feeling panicked I cram these traumatic effects this Titanic Think I'm mad? It's systematic to heads who'll understand it Hip Hop, I'm just a slammer for those who've got to have it Dynamic B-boys, scratch addicts and rap fanatics The Certified, Terra Firm' traumatical classics [Verse 7: Edits] Exceed dump ya, cause the industry to rupture Corrupting infrastructure like the KGB in Russia We're bit crushers, destroy your crew's dynamics And what we write stands out like usin' Italics And while you're loose and erratic, delusions are tragic We get the records spinning round, like Utes in a paddock Leaving mic's bruised and battered after seventy-five bars Edits, After Hours, Certified Wise; all stars [Verse 8: Suffa] Check it out, [?] Hilltop We're more fun than a drinkin' pilot We turn wall flowers and shrinkin' violets (Into what?) [?] then we gonna ride the line Until we're blue in the face like Michael Sky Been stepping out, worldwide, taking out your girl, guy Till the girl guy ratio at the shows is all girls, guys So guys, girls, ladies, gentleman and freaks All settle in and suck upon the venom when it leaks Come on [Interlude: Scratches by DJ Snare] "Any forms of wackness, won't be tolerated" "When you step to the-" "Certified Wise" "DJ Snare" "Roll the cut" "Roll that shit" "Bring it back now" "Motherfucker what?" "Certified Wise got a hold of ya" [Verse 9: Flak] Fucking Déjà vu, it's the greatest crew Representin' Adelaide like Graham Manou And what we came to do, is rip the ones of the nation With Certified dope; the cunts that you're facing We founded the mecre of Aussie hip-hop And Snoop and Pharrel couldn't drop it this hot With the squad that we've got, we dominate the contest And no one's gonna fuck or ever stop the progress [Verse 10: Hons] Yeah, I stick it in but only if her mouth's clean Piss and lips lube up my shaft like Valvoline My dick vicious no doubt They say ginger good for the throat so girl, please put this in your mouth Yeah, we Certified Wise, we nice Like a large black bean in a serve of fried rice Wash it down with Sahki and Bose, till we neck 'em, all Punchlines that swing and hit harder than a wreckin' ball [Verse 11: DJ Debris] DJ Debris rockin' the mic Love kicks, got a whole box for my boxes of Nikes When I die, freeze me and Logic on ice So they can know rap music, and what it was like I'm a Crossbred Mongrel, who wants to beef You don't want me, Flak and Flee off the leash And that goes double, for Terra Firma Hunt it down like monks wearing red into Burma [Verse 12: Headlock] We got a spark for rhyming, this is art in writing The heart is frightening, my brain's a jar of lightning The dark that I bring got you playin' the song Certified got more members than Anime Prom And we all as nasty, I'm the razor in the Pastie The bamboo manicure; none surpass me When I'm rocking in the booth, I'm knocking in your tooth After Hours stayin' underground like Austrian youth And that's truth [Interlude: Scratches by DJ Jugular] "It's like this, yo" "Certified" "Wise" "Don't you know we bring it hot?" "Like this, yo, so hear me" "Bring it on back" "It's like this, yo" "Certified" "Wise" "Jugular man" "Bring it hot?" "Yes" "Bring it on back" [Verse 13: Sesta] Ayy Everybody got something to say Some of them play, pulling the trigger, but they ain't aimed Huh, some of them been born and raised in Adelaide With sick form and a flow like a Bin law Criminal might, with minimal force Mean you been living the lie; probably been here before (Maggot) Seek the Wise, this is Certified And why you never even stuck it in your wife, 'cause she fertilised [Verse 14: Mic Lez] M-I-C, L-E-Z lethal You thought it was safe, well, guess what? Here's the sequel Another chapter, capture an actor and send him back to Steal your script and spit you writ right back at ya We're known to fracture minds, ever since back in time No elements left behind, need evidence? Check the rhyme And what you'd find would be no surprise Nothing but the real shit, it's Certified Wise [Verse 15: Kolaps] Certified cypher, now Kolaps is in the middle As I scribble my initial and piddle upon your riddle For talking your shit-dribble, I'm far from acting civil My minds mad nimble if you come to take a nibble You can't harm an army of verbal kamikazes And if you're running shows like a dodgy (Uhh?) It's just not cricket, you can take it and stick it From the pommy, it's an Aussie actor; wicked [Verse 16: Integer] Integer words, inevitable unpredictable Bring it to Certified, incredibly done lyricals Words set become rituals that make the heavens murmur Carved into stone solid, like Terra Firma Harness our own energy, created a timeless theme Beyond diamond rings and all these spineless whiffs Little mindless whinge, we piss on veronic fakes Spit it till sonic shake, and shift the tectonic plates [Interlude: Scratches by DJ Reflux] "You got it" "DJ—J Reflux" "On the cut" "Dru-dru-dru-dru-drunkoars in the building" "We certified" (yeah) "And if you didn't know it" "Forget it" "We the owners" "Now you—Now you know my friends" "We the owners" [Verse 17: Vents] Yeah, I put the powder In my grey matter while I put the vodka in my bladder The baby in your belly, fear tomorrow, doesn't matter Who the biological dad? The Devil might stay at your home So blood not thicker [?] Think of your friend as a fellow who ain't fucked you thus far So keep 'em close when they're coming for your heart 'Cause the one you trust [?] twice as much Pour bleach on a wound, bubble up like us Concussed with a busted lung, constable Got heavy with your loved one just for fun We just begun, touch the sun and radiate Certified Wise sucker, damn straight I'm sick with a blade, everybody getting torn Nothing free, my thoughts in a commodity form Terra Firm' got my back, that's that, we're the red and the black? The kid from the west-side, it's a rap What? [Scratches by DJ Dyems] "DJ" "I rep where I come from"