To the East - X-Clan, Abstract Rude, YZ

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

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

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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

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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?

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

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?