Maestro Fresh Wes - Pray To Da East Lyrics
Pray to the east, pray to the east...YeahI got my man in the studioOne of the illest mcs in the worldRhyme inspector percee pKick some flavor for 94, babyPray to the east, pray to the eastBefore you ***** around, nigga, pray to the east ( 2x )[ percee p ]Your skills lack while Im still strappedWith real raps, and feel that I should kill wackNiggas that peel caps and that ill crapBigger threat than you with your tec when I rip the setNiggas get smoked like a cigarette, so hit the deckWatch ya chin, nigga, ho-chi-min when I rock my shitWhen it comes to props I get lots of itI can get madonna, money, your threats are minorAnd bet you find your girl with a wet pijamaDrippin with my cassette behind herGot more band trail than your hands sellinFans scalin, jam railin like its van halenSkills scored high on billboards, I kill fraudsGet real applausesteal broads hearts at will forceHate a mark, skills lay a squad, and pray to godDont say a hard verse worse than a plate of lardPercee p wanted for first degreeMurder, since you heard it first from me, you worshipped me*****in threat, you heard nothin yetNo need for buckin tecs, but rappers to duck in fret or upper-jetMastered art, yo, when I flow something drastic startsSpeed up a bastards heart, great like jurassic parkI cut you up like a sharp machete bladeSwear to god, only card you can pull if its medicaidDone with all this gun shit, ***** who you run with, son splitThe only thing you shoot is your dick, and it comes quick[ maestro fresh wes ]Im like a bat outta hell tonight, niggas compell to biteI swell the mic when I like, fatter than celluliteI injure ears of engineers, sendin em into cheersBringin my peers into tears, dont interfereCritics know I pack a wicked blowI put you in a clinic, so forget it like riddick boweNigga, go to hell, I flow so wellFind another brother or mother or hoe to tellOr a bro to jeal, hows my jam gonna sell? very wellI send you back because you bring the wackIm into rap, I interact with empty tracksLocked in, wack mutha*****as are blockinThe top 10 while the black radio jocks spinThe calmer vibe, the modifiedI like the harder side, jeffrey dahmer tried, but diedMore words than a hour of scrabble, I got the power to battleSkadaddle or get devoured like the tower of babelAdversaries are snotty, some compare me to gottiI bury a body, then carry a shotieThe maestro rips the psycho shitBrain like a microchip, and ima excite you withThe smoother rhythm, sendin mad crews to prisonWho choose to listen while I use my u-4 missilesCollectin the pesos from a stage showGettin fellatio from a h-o (why) because I say soMy ratio expands as I wreck landsMakin def jams like redman and x clanIma nail the genitalia from australia to somaliaCause Im smooth, just like a sailorI damage em all, *****es give me casual callsIm slammin and jammin and rammin they vaginal wallsDrums are fat over funky tracksLike perce every verse could make your lung collapseIm extra-nice, whos next to slice?Before you step to mics, nigga, check with christYou betterPray to the east, pray to the eastBefore you ***** around nigga pray to the east...
