Pray To Da East Lyrics

featuring Percee P

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 fuck 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 shit

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

Fuckin 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 bastard'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 shit, fuck who you run with, son split

The only thing you shoot is your dick, and it comes quick

[ Maestro Fresh Wes ]

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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 Riddick 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 muthafuckas 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 shit

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, bitches 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 fuck around nigga pray to the east