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