Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song To the East, artist - X-Clan. Date of issue: 29.01.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
To the East |
| 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 |
| ? |
| 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? |
| 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? |