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"