Vinnie Paz - The Oracle lyrics
[Vinnie Paz - The Oracle lyrics]
What I’mma 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 Kufi sit's
He the motherfucker always sipping
Goose and shit
Stomp a rapper out, Timberland boots and shit
The left hand is what I
Give you the contusions with
The right hand is where I write
All of the ruthless shit
Survival of the fit on my Lil' Boosie shit
My hands are made of stone
Cut from that Medusa shit
Big gold chains, we was on that dookie shit
Still run with the kids I
Stole the Gucci with
I punch you dead in the face
So fuck the music shit
The guns Commando, Hollywood movie shit
Y'all are weird
Y'all on that Lollapalooza shit
Let the beard grow Alhamdulillah, Sofi shit
Y’all are scared when I step
Inside the booth and shit
Cutting motherfuckers cell roll on
Some sushi shit y’all are cowards
Y’all only talk on computer shit
This a Haitian ritual, I’m on my Voodoo shit
Find out who’s the realest vinnie!
Rock it not quick what I’mma hit you with
You motherfuckers better duck
Death before dishonor, tiger blood
Y’all are fake
I let the 45 blocka blocka, rob his cake
Dead Sea overlook the view
From inside a grave
The dictionary definition of dominate
Y'all weed Germantown brown lord
Lots of shake
Fat bull, but my pockets never out of shape
You a bitch, security guards lock the gates
The Louis Vuitton bootleg, Prada fake
I’m trying to make the same
Money that Madonna make eyes never lie
I’m surprised that you not with Jake
Rhymes in one take
Record an album in an hour straight
You a pile of waste
I see a sucker and salivate
Cutting motherfuckers off
Time to consolidate
A thousand pounds of weight’ll force
Your heart to palpitate
It’s Armageddon for you motherfuckers
Lock the date
Any bitch I meet means that I’mma copulate
My revolution will be met
With Peter Tosh’s fate
That’s the reason that the God
Is trying to populate a connoisseur
I can tell you how the vodka taste
The four-fifth lift you
Send you into Outerspace
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 Kufi sit's
He the motherfucker always sipping
Goose and shit
Stomp a rapper out, Timberland boots and shit
The left hand is what I
Give you the contusions with
The right hand is where I write
All of the ruthless shit
Survival of the fit on my Lil' Boosie shit
My hands are made of stone
Cut from that Medusa shit
Big gold chains, we was on that dookie shit
Still run with the kids I
Stole the Gucci with
I punch you dead in the face
So fuck the music shit
The guns Commando, Hollywood movie shit
Y'all are weird
Y'all on that Lollapalooza shit
Let the beard grow Alhamdulillah, Sofi shit
Y’all are scared when I step
Inside the booth and shit
Cutting motherfuckers cell roll on
Some sushi shit y’all are cowards
Y’all only talk on computer shit
This a Haitian ritual, I’m on my Voodoo shit
Find out who’s the realest vinnie!
Rock it not quick what I’mma hit you with
You motherfuckers better duck
Death before dishonor, tiger blood
Y’all are fake
I let the 45 blocka blocka, rob his cake
Dead Sea overlook the view
From inside a grave
The dictionary definition of dominate
Y'all weed Germantown brown lord
Lots of shake
Fat bull, but my pockets never out of shape
You a bitch, security guards lock the gates
The Louis Vuitton bootleg, Prada fake
I’m trying to make the same
Money that Madonna make eyes never lie
I’m surprised that you not with Jake
Rhymes in one take
Record an album in an hour straight
You a pile of waste
I see a sucker and salivate
Cutting motherfuckers off
Time to consolidate
A thousand pounds of weight’ll force
Your heart to palpitate
It’s Armageddon for you motherfuckers
Lock the date
Any bitch I meet means that I’mma copulate
My revolution will be met
With Peter Tosh’s fate
That’s the reason that the God
Is trying to populate a connoisseur
I can tell you how the vodka taste
The four-fifth lift you
Send you into Outerspace