Lyrics:

8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
'Cause of the words that I wrote, I'm certified dope
I'm certified dope
I'm certified dope
'Cause 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 till 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 ain't tryin' to lose on life these other suckers
'Cause 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

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


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 shouldn't 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

Three two one zero