Текст (слова) песни: Maestro Fresh Wes - Pray to Da East

Pray to the east, pray to the east...

Yeah

I got my man in the studio

One of the illest mcs 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 Im 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 hands sellin

Fans scalin, jam railin like its 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

Dont 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 bastards heart, great like jurassic park

I cut you up like a sharp machete blade

Swear to god, only card you can pull if its 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 ]

Im 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, dont 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, hows my jam gonna sell? very well

I send you back because you bring the wack

Im 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 ima 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

Ima nail the genitalia from australia to somalia

Cause Im smooth, just like a sailor

I damage em all, bitches give me casual calls

Im slammin and jammin and rammin they vaginal walls

Drums are fat over funky tracks

Like perce every verse could make your lung collapse

Im extra-nice, whos 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...

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Yeah I got my man in the studio One of the illest mcs 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 Im 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 hands sellin Fans scalin, jam railin like its 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 Dont 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 bastards heart, great like jurassic park I cut you up like a sharp machete blade Swear to god, only card you can pull if its 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 ] Im 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, dont 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, hows my jam gonna sell? very well I send you back because you bring the wack Im 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 ima 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 Ima nail the genitalia from australia to somalia Cause Im smooth, just like a sailor I damage em all, bitches give me casual calls Im slammin and jammin and rammin they vaginal walls Drums are fat over funky tracks Like perce every verse could make your lung collapse Im extra-nice, whos 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... Нравится песня? 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