[Intro: Trials & Suffa (Flak)]
Rap cats get served, murdered up, sliced
Every single night and that's the way we keep it right
Like that fuckers... (YEAH!!)
I'm just tricking though
Certified Wise in the house tonight (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 drinking 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 hide their shame 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 fuck-wit on the chick's 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 crew's got it made, rocking the place
With more dope rappers to match every pram chilling at Colonnade's
Rap cats get served, murdered up, sliced
Every single night and that's the way we keep it right
Like that fuckers... (YEAH!!)
I'm just tricking though
Certified Wise in the house tonight (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 drinking 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 hide their shame 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 fuck-wit on the chick's 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 crew's got it made, rocking the place
With more dope rappers to match every pram chilling at Colonnade's
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