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The Oracle by Ma$e 




                     The Oracle






[Verse 1]
G#m     E                       G#m
Imagine 20 years with a bitter bitch and the same drama
B
Dame told you do this shit and you don’t see Dame karma
C#m
K9 on your ass, nigga no distraction
E
Pussy nigga wearin' pink I guess he think he matchin'
G#m
I’ma paint the picture, let the niggas make the caption
F#
Fuck bars I’m tell nigga what really happened
B
You hear this tone, you know the mac is in my seat
D#m
You see exactly what I see you know my rap is not for free
G#m
You sent them pussy niggas to the hill to trap me in the V
B
You singing nigga, ain't gonna be no back up bitch with me
             C#m
I chew that nigga til’ my teeth hurt don’t even hit the weed first
E
Bitches used to say I’m blessed and I didn’t even sneeze first
G#m
Much dirt as I got on you, don’t even need no research
F#
My hand filthy, heart guilty, niggas like me need church
B
Tax know you as the nigga that snitched on the Roc
D#m
D.C. crips only know you the nigga they shot
G#m
OG niggas don’t have no history with you on the block
B
And everybody seen the footage I got
C#m
Every since 10 you was a thirsty nigga
E
I ain't gone talk about the time you fucked your sister
G#m                         F#
In 2002 you lost 50 pounds, ulcers in your liver
B                                      G#m
And now you tryna sell niggas liquor, NIGGA
B
You always play the sucker part
D#m
Where was all that Rico shit when you left Jim in Rucker Park?
G#m
Matter fact I’m on a true life change
               B
But let's get back to that smack and that Tru Life chain
C#m
Damn bro
Damn the whole fuckin' land know
E
After that 50 shit you moved to Orlando
G#m
You had the nigga Jim on the radio, where did Cam go?
F#
We all understand though
B
You not really built for this shit
D#m
You not ready to kill for this shit
         G#m
But no regrets
You gotta lift up a TEC to get Murder respect
B
Nigga are U-N, you dipped on the set
C#m
I’m the fuckin cough in the slime flu
         E
You gone out rhyme who? I’m your prime times 2
G#m
I never paid for my mistakes cause that’s not what crime do
F#
Bitches fuck me but that's what dimes do
B
Somebody wanna jump in tell 'em come share
D#m
I’m starting to feel like we don’t really compare
G#m
I'm pretty nigga, wrist litty, sun wear
B
Diplomat only mean that you ain’t from here
C#m
You had a run here but y’all niggas is done here
E
All these pretty women and y’all niggas bringin' guns here
G#m
You way past the gun line
F#
Every time you talk of me you sound like one time
B
I fuck the King of rap bitch when I was unsign
D#m
And made the nigga Diddy sign me off of one line
       G#m
Don’t blame for the past and I won’t blame you for the crash
          B
Sent my nigga Huddy on a dummy mission and he crashed
C#m
Gilet I know you need money I get it
E
I know your digital sales I know about your digits
G#m
I know Sony Red didn’t wanna your shit distribute
F#
I know it's crickets so fuck it use my name so they can click it
B
I made you, I raised you, why would I play you?
D#m
When you dealing with this power, nigga Flex can’t save you
G#m  E                  B
Me amorin, drive the foreign, kick the door in
      C#m
Lady treat me like him important
         E
I don’t even think of scoring
               G#m
I just run the floor and D could alleyoop it to me like in Boston
F#                              B
On some Kyrie shit, y’all just talking
Heard that often
       D#m
Had to rap again, y’all was boring 'em
            G#m
Now you can tell Dave East, A$AP Mob, whatever you want
B
The whole hood know I’m the origin
C#m
You robbed Juelz on some Diddy shit
E
And when Jim start ballin' you get back on sissy shit
G#m
You even had the nerve to call up Sham
               F#
And use his basketball skill to steal the name Jelly Fam
B
Damn, Cam, I thought more of you
D#m
But when I think about it, that's really all you do
G#m
You really not that fly
You really not that guy
F#
You really not that wise
I'm really not surprised
B                                    D#m
All pride aside you try to pay Lodi mom’s to side with your lies
                     G#m
Now I'm like fuck it Drago “if he dies he dies”
Ain’t no unity
F#
Ain’t no Children of the Corn
Ain’t no you and me
B
Any nigga ever got Diplomat Immunity
       D#m
Was niggas who ratted or ones who snitched on their community
           G#m
And thats word to my nigga Big L
        B
To my nigga fucking Trell and to that nigga Bigavel
    C3m
To nigga Loon on all my niggas in the cell
         E
Hope you hold ya head, I hope y’all niggas doing well
G#m
This Ma$e nigga, I invented the curve
B
I’m the name on the ribbon on the bird
C#m
I’m done rapping with you
        D#m
You’ll always be my bitch you got my fucking name tatted on you










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