Certified Official
Dilated Peoples, Domingo
"Ladies and gents this is a major
Event" - Planet Asia 'Pure Coke'
Puffing good shit
Even though that bullshit's cheaper
It's magic, we're turning this bag into ether
It's madness
Smoke fumes leaking out your speaker
Domingo brought heat
Here comes the heat seaker
Rakaa, fights for the rights of free thinkers
Rakaa, lyrics the life effects linger
The record companies send biters
After me though a bunch of dead clones is
What I might bring 'em
Oh things have changed, try not to complain
Even though they're pulling cats off
Of trains and planes
It's hard relaxing in coach reading Maxim
Legs cramped
Still globe trotting for Expansion
Clap to the live libation you clap
Dilated, LA vibrating the map
I'm a preacher's son, annotated from way back
Official Joints got missiles pointed
Straight at your hat
Yo, another execution, built from scratch
Split finger fast and hard to catch
Another roach in the ash, a new opening act
Another day has passed
Let's turn checks to cash
Procedures, flows and features, options got
Kit's of stock shit, polished spotless
Cop it domingo bangs beats out like Ringo
Starr for your streets and heat for your car
Every line is a bar, every word is my bond
Every snare high and kicks is
From my peeps moved on
Yo crew's pop for every bass
Tone and loop chop
Fuck who's hot and who's not, stay on point
Stay on joint and stay low key
And stay close to my people
Who are close to me
Yo peace Defari, Heiro, Extra Polific
It is kind of different so let's get specific
Yo, is your hand on the wheel?
Steer, you in control
Take your foot off the gas
Now hit cruise control
What happened to me? Nah
What happened to you? I'm at the lab
I throw a party on Capitol's roof
Acting a fool music? Dear
Like my Peoples and so I share
True feeling far and near
The odds I favor this year
Fuck the format, loud and clear
Yo, let's get specific y'all
Right here
You don't even need to shine light here
I got light
Homie I'm spitting the spot light
I way I snap bristle
With Joints that's Official
Spectators wince and say damn
That's not right
All night marauding for ears, water to water
And build bridges to reach new
Sons and new daughters bab's on the scratch
Expansion Team stay up bat
We true crusaders of rap
It's like that y'all
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