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Lyrics: Pray to the east, pray to the east... Yeah I got my man in the studio One of the illest mc's in the world Rhyme inspector percee p Kick some flavor for 94, baby Pray to the east, pray to the east Before you f*** around, nigga, pray to the east ( 2x ) [ percee p ] Your skills lack while I'm still strapped With real raps, and feel that I should kill wack Niggas that peel caps and that ill crap Bigger threat than you with your tec when I rip the set Niggas get smoked like a cigarette, so hit the deck Watch ya chin, nigga, ho-chi-min when I rock my sh** When it comes to props I get lots of it I can get madonna, money, your threats are minor And bet you find your girl with a wet pijama Drippin with my cassette behind her Got more band trail than your hand's sellin Fans scalin, jam railin like it's van halen Skills scored high on billboards, I kill frauds Get real applausesteal broads' hearts at will force Hate a mark, skills lay a squad, and pray to god Don't say a hard verse worse than a plate of lard Percee p wanted for first degree Murder, since you heard it first from me, you worshipped me f***in threat, you heard nothin yet No need for buckin tecs, but rappers to duck in fret or upper-jet Mastered art, yo, when I flow something drastic starts Speed up a bas****'s heart, great like jurassic park I cut you up like a sharp machete blade Swear to god, only card you can pull if it's medicaid Done with all this gun sh**, f*** who you run with, son split The only thing you shoot is your d***, and it comes quick [ maestro fresh wes ] I'm like a bat outta hell tonight, niggas compell to bite I swell the mic when I like, fatter than cellulite I injure ears of engineers, sendin em into cheers Bringin my peers into tears, don't interfere Critics know I pack a wicked blow I put you in a clinic, so forget it like ridd*** bowe Nigga, go to hell, I flow so well Find another brother or mother or hoe to tell Or a bro to jeal', how's my jam gonna sell? very well I send you back because you bring the wack I'm into rap, I interact with empty tracks Locked in, wack muthaf***as are blockin The top 10 while the black radio jocks spin The calmer vibe, the modified I like the harder side, jeffrey dahmer tried, but died More words than a hour of scrabble, I got the power to battle Skadaddle or get devoured like the tower of babel Adversaries are snotty, some compare me to gotti I bury a body, then carry a shotie The maestro rips the psycho sh** Brain like a microchip, and i'ma excite you with The smoother rhythm, sendin mad crews to prison Who choose to listen while I use my u-4 missiles Collectin the pesos from a stage show Gettin fellatio from a h-o (why) because I say so My ratio expands as I wreck lands Makin def jams like redman and x clan I'ma nail the genitalia from australia to somalia Cause I'm smooth, just like a sailor I damage em all, bi***es give me casual calls I'm slammin and jammin and rammin they vaginal walls Drums are fat over funky tracks Like perce every verse could make your lung collapse I'm extra-nice, who's next to slice? Before you step to mics, nigga, check with christ You better Pray to the east, pray to the east Before you f*** around nigga pray to the east... More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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