The Oracle Lyrics

Had to do it for the homies in the underground

When you see the lightning strike, you about to hear the thunder sound

Stomach rumbling, I'm hungry; 5 AM is when my feet touch the ground

My day started, I'm ten toes down

I got an extendo with grained ten load rounds

I got homies in the clink that be barking at the gate 'cause the pen knows pound

The second my name is mentioned, then the pen goes down

These are vocal memoirs

YB and Dev, we taking over the empire

Burn it down with intense fire

Urgently sound the alarm when you go against my being

Bent wire couldn't sustain the cattle so they went higher

I'm electrifying with the cattle prod, so beef with me and you'll get sent high

I spent time developing rhymes so I could never redline

My catalog age like red wine

So ask YB, I ain't afraid to let the fuckin' lead fly

So this Tech 9 will determine your bedtime

Cut your lights out with projectiles

I'm a shoulder width away from B.I.G but, shoutout to Pac and the West Side

You livestock ain't worth experimenting on even if my ink was made from motherfucking peptides

I'm a lyrical reptile; cold blooded

But all I see is red when I set eyes to my opponents like in exile

And one more thing; your two sense only worth a couple of pennies, and not a fucking cent higher