Maestro Fresh Wes, Percee P - Pray to Da East lyrics
[Maestro Fresh Wes, Percee P - Pray to Da East 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 fuck around, nigga
Pray to the east
Pray to the east, pray to the east
Before you fuck around, nigga
Pray to the east
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 chick and how hot she'll
Get 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'll find your girl
With a wet vagina
Dripping with my cassette behind her
Got more band trail than your hand's selling
Fans scale the jam railing
Like it's Van Halen
Skills scored high on billboards
I kill frauds
Get real applause steal 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 a verse from me
You worship me
Fucking threat, you heard nothing yet
No need for bucking Tecs for rappers to
Duck and fret or up and 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 be pulling is 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
I'm like a bat outta hell tonight
Niggas compel 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 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 muthafucka's 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
Skedaddle 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'mma 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'mma 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
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
Pray to the east, pray to the east
Before you fuck around, nigga
Pray to the east
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 chick and how hot she'll
Get 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'll find your girl
With a wet vagina
Dripping with my cassette behind her
Got more band trail than your hand's selling
Fans scale the jam railing
Like it's Van Halen
Skills scored high on billboards
I kill frauds
Get real applause steal 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 a verse from me
You worship me
Fucking threat, you heard nothing yet
No need for bucking Tecs for rappers to
Duck and fret or up and 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 be pulling is 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
I'm like a bat outta hell tonight
Niggas compel 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 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 muthafucka's 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
Skedaddle 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'mma 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'mma 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