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?