The Oracle

What I’ma hit you with You motherfuckers better duck I’m a bull in a china shop, watch how the uzi spit Who we with, bros with hammers and they like too legit I ain’t got any time for your foolishness Raw raps from the same place where the sits He the mo’fucker always sippin’ goose and shit Stomp a rapper out, Timberland boots and shit The left hand is what I give you the with The right hand is where I write all of the ruthless shit Survival of the fit or my little boozy shit My hands are made of stone cut from that Madusa shit Big gold chains, we was on that shit Still roll with the kids I stole the Gucci with I punch you dead in the face so fuck the music shit The guns command though, Hollywood movie shit Y’all aware y’all on some Lollapalooza shit Let the beard grow Y’all are scared when I step inside the booth and shit Cuttin’ mo’fuckers cell roll on some sushi shit Y’all are cowards, y’all’ll only talk on computer shit This a Haitian ritual, I’m on my voodoo shit Find out who’s the realest (Vinnie) Rock and not quit What I’ma hit you with You motherfuckers better duck Death before dishonor, [?] blood y’all are fake I let the 4.5 blocka blocka while I was [?] Dead Sea overlook the view from inside a grave The dictionary definition of dominate Y’all weak Germantown Fat bull, but my pockets never out of shape You a bitch, security guard lock the gates The Louis Vuitton bootleg, Prada fake I’m tryin’ to make the same money that Madonna make Eyes never lie, I’m surprised that you not with Rhymes and one tape, record an album in an hour’s You a pile of waste, I see a sucker and salivate Cutting motherfuckers of, time to consolidate A thousand pounds of weight’ll force your heart to It’s Armageddon for you motherfuckers, lock the date Any bitch I meet means that I’ma copulate My revolution will be met with Peter Tosh’s fate That’s the reason that the God is tryin’ to populate I can tell you how the Vodka taste The 4.5 lift you, sent you into outer space Brah --- The Oracle - Vinnie Paz