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lirik lagu pray to da east – maestro fresh wes

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 f-ck around n-gg- 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
n-gg-s that peel caps and that ill cr-p
bigger threat than you with your tec when i rip the set
n-gg-s get smoked like a cigarette, so hit the deck
watch ya chin, n-gg-, ho-chi-min when i rock my sh-t
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 c-ssette 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-ckin 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 b-st-rd’s heart, great like jur-ssic 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-t, f-ck who you run with, son split
the only thing you shoot is your d-ck, and it comes quick

[ maestro fresh wes ]
i’m like a bat outta h-ll tonight, n-gg-s 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-ck bowe
n-gg-, go to h-ll, 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 m-th-f-ckas 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-t
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 f-ll-t– 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, b-tches give me casual calls
i’m slammin and jammin and rammin they v-g-n-l 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, n-gg-, check with christ
you better

pray to the east, pray to the east
before you f-ck around n-gg- pray to the east…

- maestro fresh wes

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