DJ Premier - The Oracle lyrics

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] What I'mma hit you with you motherf**ers 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 Kufi sits He the mo'f**er always sippin' goose and sh** Stomp a rapper out, Timberland boots and sh** The left hand is what I give you the contusions with The right hand is where I write all of the ruthless sh** Survival of the fit on my Lil' Boosie sh** My hands are made of stone cut from that Medusa sh** Big gold chains, we was on that dookie sh** Still run with the kids I stole the Gucci with I punch you dead in the face so f** the music sh** The guns Commando, Hollywood movie sh** Y'all are weird, y'all on that Lollapalooza sh** Let the beard grow Alhamdulelah, Sofi sh** Y'all are scared when I step inside the booth and sh** Cuttin' mo'f**ers cell roll on some sushi sh** Y'all are cowards, y'all only talk on computer sh** This a Haitian ritual, I'm on my Voodoo sh** [Hook: Samples] Find out who's the realest (Vinnie) Rock it not quick What I'mma hit you with you motherf**ers better duck [Verse 2] d**h 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 Ya'll weed Germantown brown lord, lots of shake, Fat bull, but my pockets never out of shape You a b**h, security guards 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 take, record an album in an hour straight You a pile of waste, I see a s**er and salivate Cutting motherf**ers off, time to consolidate A thousand pounds of weight'll force your heart to palpitate It's Armageddon for you motherf**ers, lock the date Any b**h 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 A connoisseur, I can tell you how the vodka taste The 4.5 lift you, send you into outer space