The Oracle (Vinnie Paz)

Yeah, 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, Two, One Two Come on' Yo Premo you crazy for this right here Pop Shit Hardbody What I'm a hit you with You motherfuckers better duck I'm a bull in a china shop, watch how the uzi spit Who he 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 mo'fucker always sippin' 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 little boozy shit My hands are made of stone cut from that Madusa shit Big gold chains, we was on that dookie 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 commando, Hollywood movie shit Y'all aware y'all on some Lollapalooza shit Let the beard grow, alhamdulillah, Sufi shit. 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 only talk on computer shit This a Haitian ritual, I'm on my voodoo shit Fucked up Find out Who's the realest? (Vinnie) Rock and not quit What I'm a 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 weak Germantown brown lord, lots of shake Fat boy, 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 Jake Rhymes in one tape, 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'm a copulate My revolution will be met with Peter Tosh's fate That's the reason that the God is tryin' to populate A connoisseur, I can tell you how the Vodka taste The 4.5 lift you, send you into outer space BRAH! Hahahahaha, BOX CUTTA PAZZIE! Mean Joe Preem, DJ Premier Headquarters, Philly to New York All day baby It's Hardbody shit, ha ha ha ha