Maestro Lyrics

Album: Unknown

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 ] 

 I'm 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, 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...