Pray To Da East - Maestro

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