The Oracle

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