The Oracle Lyrics - God Of The Serengeti - Vinnie Paz

What I'ma 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 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 with 

The right hand is where I write all of the ruthless shit 

Survival of the fit or my little boozy shit 

My hands are made of stone cut from that Madusa shit 

Big gold chains, we was on that 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 command though, Hollywood movie shit 

Y'all aware y'all on some Lollapalooza shit 

Let the beard grow 

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'll only talk on computer shit 

This a Haitian ritual, I'm on my voodoo shit 

Find out who's the realest (Vinnie) 

Rock and not quit 

What I'ma hit you with 

You motherfuckers better duck 

Death before dishonor, [?] 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 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 

Rhymes and one tape, record an album in an hour's 

You a pile of waste, I see a sucker and salivate 

Cutting motherfuckers of, time to consolidate 

A thousand pounds of weight'll force your heart to 

It's Armageddon for you motherfuckers, lock the date 

Any bitch I meet means that I'ma copulate 

My revolution will be met with Peter Tosh's fate 

That's the reason that the God is tryin' to populate 

I can tell you how the Vodka taste 

The 4.5 lift you, sent you into outer space 

Brah