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As 2017 Continues: Ma$e Releases Cam’ron Diss Track “The Oracle”

Apparently Ma$e has had enough of his former childhood friend Cam’ron. As you know, these two Harlem stars have been down since middle school and have gone through their fair share of public disputes. However, they haven’t exchanged any real jabs in some time (Aside from Cam’s recent intro on The Process ) — until today (Nov 24).

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After the much needed Dipset x A$AP Mob concert in New York City, Ma$e unleashed a surprise Cam’ron diss track, titled “The Oracle,” just minutes ago. On the song, Killa Cam’s old bro airs out all of his grievances with him — hitting on subjects like their previous business deals gone bad, beefs involving other influential Harlem figures, Cam’s relationship with the rest of Dipset and more.

Listen to Ma$e speak his mind on “The Oracle” below.

READ: Dipset & A$AP Mob Unite For Spotify’s Rap Caviar Concert

Update: Cam’ron posted a short preview of his response to “The Oracle”

@myfabolouslife we gonna play this at ya party 2nite. I herd he coming👀we'll be there!! Song #BlackFriday #TheProgram2 January 1. Hiiiii Betha 😘 Austin TX 2mr #TheProgramTour

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The Oracle Lyrics

By MA$E

Imagine 20 years with bitter b$tch and same the drama

Dame told you do this sh#t and you don’t see Dame karma

K9 on your ass with no distraction

Pussy nigga wearin pink I guess he think he matchin

I’ma paint the picture and let the hittas make the caption

F#ck bars I’m tell nigga what really happened

You hear this voice you know the mac is in my seat

You see exactly what I see you know my raps don’t come for free

You sent them pussy niggas to the hill to trap me in my vee

You singing nigga dont’ be no back up b#tch wit me

I crew this nigga til’ my teeth hurt don’t even hit the weed first

Women used to say i’m blessed I didn’t even sneeze first

Much dirt as I got on you I don’t need no research

My hand filthy, heart guilty, niggas like me need church

Tax know you as the niggas that snitch on the Roc

DC niggas know you as just a nigga they shot

OG niggas don’t have no history with you on the block

And everybody seen the footage I got

Every since 10 you was a thirst nigga

And I aint gone talk about the time you f#ck your sister

In 2002 you lost 50 pounds ulcers in liver

And now you tryna sell niggas liquor NIGGA

You always play the sucker part

Where was all that Rico sh#t when you left Jim in Rucker

Matter fact I’m on a true life change but

Lets get back to the smack and that Tru Life chain

Damn bro

The whole f-in land no after that 50 sh#t you moved to Orlando

You had Jim on the radio – where did Cam go?

We all understand tho…

You not really built for this sh#t, you not ready to kill for this sh#t

But no regrets

You gotta lift up a Tech to get Murder respect

Nigga are U-N we know you dipped on the set

I’m the fuckin cough in the slime flu,

You gone out rhyme who?

I’m your prime X 2

I never paid for my mistakes cause that’s not what crime do

Bitches f#ck me cause thats what dimes do

Somebody wanna jump in tell em’ come share

I’m starting to feel like we don’t really compare

Im pretty nigga wrist litty like sun wear, Diplomat only mean that you ain’t from here

You had a run here but y’all niggas is done here

All these pretty women and y’all niggas bring guns here

You way pass the gun

every time you talk of me you sound like one time

I f#cked the King of rap b#tch when I was unsigned

And made the nigga Diddy sign me off of one line

Don’t blame for the past and I won’t blame you for the crash

You sent my nigga Hud on a dummy mission and he crashed

Giles I know you need money I get

I know your digital sells I know about your digits

I know Sony Red didn’t wanna your shit distribute

I know its crickets so f#ck it use my name so they can click it

I made you, I raised you, why would I play you

When you dealing with this power nigga Flex can’t save

Me amorin, drive the foreign, kick the door in

Lady treat me lie him important, I don’t even think of scoring

I just run the floor and D could alleyoop it to me like in Boston

On some Kyrie shit, y’all just talking

I heard that often…

Had to rap again, y’all was boring them

Now you can tell Dave East ASAP Mob whatever you want

The whole hood know I’m the origin

You robbed Jelz on some Diddy shit

And when Jim starting ballin you got back on sissy shit

You even had the nerve to call up Sham

And use his basketball skill to steal the name Jelly Fam

Damn Cam, I thought more of you

But when I think about it, thats really all you do

You really not that fly,

You really not that guy,

You really not that wise,

I’m really not surprise

All pride aside you try to pay Lodi mom’s to side with your lies

Now i’m like fuck it Drago “if he dies he dies”

Ain’t no unity

Ain’t no Children of the Corn

Ain’t no you and me

Any nigga ever got Diplomatic Immunity was niggas who ratted

Or wanna snitch on their community

And thats word to my nigga Big L,

To my nigga fucking Trell and to that nigga Bigavel

To nigga Loon on all the nigga in the cell hope you hold ya head

I hope y’all niggas doing well

This Ma$e nigga I invented the curve

I’m the name on the ribbon on the bird

I’m done rapping with you

You’ll always be my bitch

You got my f#cking name tatted on you

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