Eastbound

(albüm: Sittin' On Chrome - 1995)

[Masta Ace:]
I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom
I come forty deep when I enter the room
We're the poom-poom, Digga wanna zoom zoom
Watch how we creep and sweep like a broom
Cause this is the sound of the mighty I.N.C
Making history, niggies wanna be like we
I roll with L.D., and Paula with the P
Can't forget Leschea, deuce to the tre
23 years old, sista with the soul
Everybody's born to roll and getting swoll
I'm gunna break it down for my niggies over there
So peep the process and not the one in your hair
You know it ain't over till it's over
You know it ain't over till it's over
You know it ain't over till it's over
So bust this

[Lord Digga:]
Mics get damaged Like jean suits when I get loose
And jack roots for samples that make me wanna trample
Maim, mutilate, dismember, dismantle
What's my handle, Digga from the bush
And please don't push, I'm on the egde
Look
At what took
Many years for hell to cook
I'm comin for you, so you better read ya good book
From front to back cause when I attack
You be lying on the ground with ya fuckin head cracked
Ya shoulda stopped rollin dice
Brothas know I'm nice, I been that way for life
Catch wreck at the show and then on yo wife
So niggas look out here we come
Its the INC y'all don't really want none

[Masta Ace:]
My tank's on full and I'm headed Eastbound (get down get down)
I got the bump in my trunk and my sound's underground (get down get down)

My tank's on full and I'm headed Eastbound (get down get down)
I got the bump in my trunk and my sound's underground (get down get down)

[Lord Digga:]
Break it down baby brotha
Break it down baby brotha
Break it down baby brotha
Break it down

[Masta Ace:]
Check it out
You gotta look on your face like you wanna take mine
Whatever you feel, whenever you feel, fine
Everybody's mentality around me, is the
Epitome of wanna be G, but wake up, get up
Clear the funk from your eyes, recognize
The I.N.C.'s on the rise
B-Bass bombing all the way to Savannah
Straight from Medina, not White like Vanna
Black and as a matter of fact, yo bust that
Um, Digga with the um bigga boom than ya gat
Fat with the mad snap hat to get I'll
Can ya feel the skill
From the woofer grill of your Coupe DeVille
I know ya can and if ya can then cool
Ain't nothing like a B-Bass fool
It's the I. to the N. to the C
Ya can't fuck with me
It's the I. to the N. to the C
Ya can't fuck with me

My tank's on full and I'm headed Eastbound (get down get down)
I got the bump in my trunk and my sound's underground (get down get down)

My tank's on full and I'm headed Eastbound (get down get down)
I got the bump in my trunk and my sound's underground (get down get down)

[Leschea:]
Who is the crew comin thru with the A-C-E The I-N-C
Who is the crew comin thru with the rough stylin The I-N-C
Who is the crew with the Brooklyn mentality The I-N-C
Who is the crew to break it down with the 1-2-3 The I-N-C
Break it down x 7

[Masta Ace:]
Check it out
It's individual, residual, kid ya will
Get dissed if you step to this so don't miss
When ya aim, so maintain and feel no pain
Tell me can ya stand the rain on your brain, chain
Reaction, I see the niggies
And the hotties with their bodies complete with satisfaction
So when you see the Ace coming through with the crew
This is how we do

It's the I. to the N. to the C
Ya can't fuck with me
It's the I. to the N. to the C
Ya can't fuck with me