VINNIE PAZ - The Oracle lyrics
rate me[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
What I’mma hit you with
You motherf-ckers better duck
[Verse 1:]
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’f-cker always sippin’ goose and sh-t
Stomp a rapper out, Timberland boots and sh-t
The left hand is what I give you the contusions with
The right hand is where I write all of the ruthless sh-t
Survival of the fit or my little boozy sh-t
My hands are made of stone cut from that Madusa sh-t
Big gold chains, we was on that [?] sh-t
Still roll with the kids I stole the Gucci with
I punch you dead in the face so f-ck the music sh-t
The guns command though, Hollywood movie sh-t
Y’all aware y’all on some Lollapalooza sh-t
Let the beard grow Al-Hamdu Lillah [?] sh-t
Y’all are scared when I step inside the booth and sh-t
Cuttin’ mo’f-ckers cell roll on some sushi sh-t
Y’all are cowards, y’all’ll only talk on computer sh-t
This a Haitian ritual, I’m on my voodoo sh-t
[Hook: Samples]
Find out who’s the realest (Vinnie)
Rock and not quit
What I’mma hit you with
You motherf-ckers better duck
[Verse 2:]
Death before dishonor, tiger 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 b-tch, 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 motherf-ckers of, time to consolidate
A thousand pounds of weight’ll force your heart to palpitate
It’s Armageddon for you motherf-ckers, lock the date
Any b-tch 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 tryin’ to populate
Connoisseur I can tell you how the Vodka taste
The 4.5 lift you, sent you into outer space
Brah
