The Oracle

Yeah, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Yo Premier, yo what's the word Lord? It's Box Cutta Pazzie, DJ Premier You know what I'm sayin'? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Yeah, ha-ha One-to-one show, come on' Yo Premo you crazy for this right here Pop Shit Hardbody Yeah, yeah 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 sits 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 4-5 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 outer space Brah! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Boc cutta Pazzie! Mean Joe Preem, DJ Premier Headquarters, Philly to New York All day baby It's Hardbody shit, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha