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8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Cus of the words that I wrote, I'm certified dope
I'm certified dope
I'm certified dope
Cus of the words that I spoke, I'm certified dope
I'm certified dope
I'm certified dope
8-9 we need sleep we guaranteed to break an alarm clock clock clock
Certified dope new boy I'm working til I talk talk talk talk
Certified dope I murder words please make it stop stop stop
Certified dope I murder words please make it make make make it
I'm certified dope
What if I'm flow
Wouldn't mind gettin mine where do I go
Straight to the top
But what if I don't
I'm not kiddin I'm stuck on my throne man
I'm bullshitting ain't gettin that load
Nothing gonna stop me from gettin my doe
Did I did I st-st-stutter mother fucker
I aint tryin to lose on life these other suckers
Cus I'm fresh to death I'm way to clean
Nothings gonna stop us know what I mean,
Know what I mean, know what I mean
I'm fresh to death, know what I mean
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Everywhere that I go, I'm certified dope
On stage at the show, I'm certified dope
When I'm in the studio, I'm certified dope
I'm certified dope
I'm certified dope
Everywhere at I go, I'm certified dope
On stage at the show, I'm certified dope
When I'm in the studio, I'm certified dope
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[Chorus 2]
Stamp of approval your camp is removable
The champion of amplified sound make it beautiful
What do you think your doing limiting my vision
I stomp you with my d.c's limited edition
Give me a rhythm I hit em harder than tyson
With a rhymer I recite them
I'm shining bright like a brightlen
Hold my mic like a knife start slashing and slicing
Cold as snow when it falls yes y'all I can ice em
Ya hear the verdict
I'm certified dope
Get murdered by words that I wrote no joke
Eh-yo
You hear the verdict I'm certified dope
Get murdered by words that I wrote no joke that's right
Eh-yo ya heard it I'm certified dope
Get smoked by 35 guys on coke
Get broke by dirty white guys on dope
My folks are pretty hype-wired on dope
My strobe light 35 wired on dope
So I'm not ready for bedy-by no
Bedy by by bedy by by bo
I'm pretty fly for a white guy on dope
This guys gettin high in my video so
I wouldn't mind tryin why shouldnt I yo
Hey yippie yi-yo yippie yi-yi-yo
I'm flipping, I'm tripping, I'm skippin by you
I'm flying right by, I'm flying right through
No tellin what the hell a high mind might do
From van to hong kong down to catmando
My brain go blam blam while I gangbang you
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Three two one zero
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