Zac Oracle - Armageddon lyrics

[Intro] I could be like Hopsin, b**hing 'bout the creator and sh** But if Tyler taught me anything, the creator's full of sh** And as a man, I acknowledged it, back in 9th grade When I finally took my first hit, Ha [Verse 1] All around me, I see these rappers claiming they eating But b**h your just a baby, boohooing cause you're teething And Oracle is busy doing all your breast feeding Caressing your mommy's breast is the best, next to reseeding I would claim to be rap's new father-figure But that would stop all of your albums from getting all them figures And I'm the Giver, giving Jonas knowledge as his fixture Maybe throw some Oxy in to compliment the mixture Take a photo with this O before I synthesize my lungs with it Drugs on top of d**, snuggling with guns and sh** But if you wanna see, I'd take a f**ing picture Cause a day with Oracle equates to an elixir Now blister up you Rick Rossing, sh** talking Lame squawking, shame walking, 2 Chainz listening Beat flossin f*ggots, fakes and Phonies, take a seat before you feel my hand Smack up on your face, damn straight, this is my place I'm winning [Hook 1] I'm winning, I'm winning, I'm winning, I'm winning Zac Oracle I'm winning, I'm winning, I'm winning, I'm winning Smoke Weed [Verse 2] Revelence is prevalent, so tell me how is Weezy still relevant? Hell if I knew, as if knowledge was my element Intelligence and hate and boredom, mashed up with elegance I'm at the park vaping, making rhymes is my new preference This rap scene's been begging for a new Shady And by this rap scene I mean them white teens getting spacy But the second that a rapper steps up that's not Logic Mac, MGK, Yelawolf, Damn there's no profit Yet somehow RiFF RAFF is still making a million dollars? And I'm still in Bristol just tryna get a f**ing holler? And rapping like a f**ing East Coast hiphop scholar It's times like these, make you wonder why a f**er bothers I'm here because this rap game needs a new Messiah A dorky looking, sh** talker, spitting hella fire Give these f**ers the lyricism they all desire I am God, waging Armageddon, f** a pacifier [Hook 2] I'm winning, I'm winning, I'm winning, I'm winning "That man is high!" I'm winning, I'm winning, I'm winning, I'm winning Ugh! [Verse 3] From the home of Meek Milly, rep the city, living Philly But if your not a brother of mine you better get some cover Or get discovered by my rude a**, slashing tires, wired Off an addie, trashed and smashing rappers, spiting hella fire "But Oracle, ain't you a scholar and a good kid?" Damn right I'm a scholar, have been since all of the Syd But the only time I was ever called good was at my crib When I was dipping dabs and getting did, she flapped her gab until I jazzed So back the f** up off my game if you ain't got no flames to spit Or get hit with a taste of whit like ticks in a moshpit Oracle don't need rap, but rap surely needs him I'm not even going hard and you f**ers accuse me of going in If spitting some prophecies given from god to me honestly shows me No money trees, tell me please How is this deity getting green? tell me please How is this deity getting fiends for his D? b**h please, I don't need to flow tight, cause when I write God comes through my pen, my words are channeling his might I'm winning [Hook 3] I'm winning, I'm winning, I'm winning, I'm winning Zac Oracle I'm winning, I'm winning, I'm winning, I'm winning f** Ferguson, f** the police [Outro] Yo, f** Hopsin He's a f**ing b**h, always complaining about bullsh** No one gives a f** man Boul grew up on a cornfield man, f** him Yo, f** Macklemore, Kendrick deserved that award f** that sh**, your sh** was nowhere near Good Kid m.a.a.d City Don't even try to diss, you Seatle Wannabe b**h Yo, and f** RiFF RAFF too man He's giving white rappers bad names and sh** f** that guy