To the East

Chorus
[Sir Jinx]

Yes,yes
To the east my brother to the east x4
The revival of the raw
To the east my brother to the east x4
Sir Jinx and
Brother J y'all
Graveyard shift
Come on, break it down
To the east my brother to the east
The revival of the raw

[Verse 1]
[Bother J]

I be the sweet tongue assassin
The unraveller
Ballistic manifest
Three fifty-seven caliber
The spectacular, vibrations grabbing your
Body and soul ?
While I'm stabbing these hostile verb braggers
Like Cyclops, with more lip control than Mic Jagger
X factor, witness the mic control bagger
Fiddle game of tag
Make haste with spook, blacker
? out slackers when I put your slang tones
Patchwork brother how'd his crews end up sown
Brother of the zone speakers
Their minds blown
Evolution seeds knowledge
We home grown
Smoke out the crater of your crew's lost skulls
Devils annul
Slick tongue make swords dull
J be the God while you fools talk the bull
Born to build worlds with my universal pull
I want action, baby
? that mediocre play
My treasure dialog make your record sour your ways
Triple six killer perfecting a demon slay
Step up in my cipher
Reflect my solar rays
Where we headed?

Chorus
[Brother J]

To the east teaching God to be
Now yes, yes y'all were laying groove for storm
A come on in now
To the east teaching Gods to be
Now what is was what it is and again shall be
Now where we headed?
To the east teaching Gods to be
Now yes, yes y'all let's sing groove for Ra
Now cone on in, ah
To the east teaching Gods to be
The revival of the raw

[Verse 2]

My double cobras reach my crown
Son, I bless this mic
And broadcast from wise zone
With the frequencies of life
My evolution seeds blossom to sweet fruit
Black boot squash ? execute
Futuristic style that still sport the basics
Fools that trace this
Lost in space in my matrix
Torn the basis
Now my verbs complete
Throughout you lunar year
Seven days, fifty-two weeks
Clubs to the streets, valleys to mountain peaks
Master builder, architect enough heat
Rappers to the east have come to set the peace
So these grimy M.C.s, don't hope to test me
Where we headed?

Chorus