Most Certified

yo whats proper? 
yo wattup? from NYC to Moscow man 
Most Certified, I.D., 2 double o 9 
Garimastah, Kostean 

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Its the most certified M to the 
I to the D, repeat it after me ugh 
the most certified M to the C\ 
I to the now u repeat it after me ugh 
Its the most certified M to the 
I to the D, now you repeat it after me 
the most certified M to the C\ 
I to the now u repeat it after me 

verse 1: I Diggidy 

Ay yo higness, ay yo highness 
I bet u aint feelin this cuz u gotta sit behind us 
u got yo ticket but I gotta get the finest seats ayyo 
streets taught me that 
bad boy on the mic wit the deep [bad word] 
speak from the state o mind thats IDalistic 
n ballistics, never learned 
cus even lil babies knows that them bullets burn 
its a loaded flow, ima slow it yo\ 
u talk about guns too much 
I been a lotta places seen a lotta faces, 
been in situations that ended up in bracelets 
five oh give a homie bad facelifts 
so I watch out 4 the coppers when I blaze spliffs 
I dont praise this or put it on the pedestal 
but if it is a matter of yo life would u grab a steel? 

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the most certified M to the 
My to the Grane yo repeat it after me 
the most certified M to the 
My to the Grane yo cmon say it with me 
the most certified M to the 
My to the Grane yo repeat it after me 
the most certified M to the 
My to the Grane pay homage to the name 

verse 2: MyGrane McNastee 

losania on the brain food for thought 
rise and beans collade green, herse a auntrae on the grain 
im [bad word] hot like [bad word] on a plane 
my to the grane you can find him on the stage 
words jump off a page and rescue thos who lost in they train 
of thought caught in the pouring rain strom 
pour a little malt liquor 
you could tell i was born to do this 
not a accident 
its three e's in the word emcee 
its not a acronym 
never been abstinent they wanna come to the pad and pen 
rappin since eleven Im certified at the spit 
got rhymes in my head beats in my heart 
shine in my skin, the flow hurricane with thoughts in the wind 
spark gods with the tip 
of my finger 
peep the jargone when i kick 
when i say mars bore is my [bad word] 
blunts to all of my kin 
i repend cus i sin 
thats the nature of men 
i make a plan and a plan to win