Pray to da East

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Maestro Fresh-Wes

Wesley "Wes" Williams (born March 31, 1968) is a Canadian rapper, record producer, actor, and author. He is known professionally by his stage names Maestro Fresh Wes (formerly Maestro Fresh-Wes) or Maestro as a musician, and is credited by his birth name as an actor. One of the earliest Canadian rappers to achieve mainstream success, he is credited as the "Godfather of Canadian hip hop". His debut album, Symphony in Effect (1989), was the first certified platinum album by a Black Canadian artist. more »

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1998

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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 f*ck around nigga pray to the east 
Before you f*ck around nigga pray to the east 
 
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, f*ck who you run with, son split 
The only thing you shoot is your dick, and it comes quick 

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 you-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 f*ck around nigga pray to the east

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