Eastbound

From the east
From the east
From the east

I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom (uh huh)
I come 40 deep when I enter the room (uh huh)
With the poom-poom digga wanna zoom-zoom (uh huh)
Watch how we creep and sweep like a broom (yeah)

'Cause this is the sound of the mighty INC
Makin' history, niggies wanna be like we
I roll wit LD and Paula with the P
Can't forget Leschea, used to the trey

23 years old sista with the soul
Everybody's born to roll and and gettin' swoll
I'm gonna break it down for my niggies over there
So peep the process and not the one in ya hair

Ya know it ain't over 'til it's over
Ya know it ain't over 'til it's over
Ya know it ain't over 'til it's over
So bust this (check it out)

Mics get damaged like jean suits when I get loose
And jack roots for samples that make me wanna trample
Maim, mutilate, dismember, disman-tle
What's my handle? Digga from the bush

And please dont 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 lyin' on the ground wit' 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
It's the INC y'all dont really want none

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

Break it down baby
B-b-break it down baby
B-b-break it down baby
B-b-break it down (check it out)

You got a look on ya face like ya wanna take mine
Whatever ya feel, whenever ya feel fine
Everybody's mentality around me
Is the epitome of wanna be a G

But wake up, get up, clear the funk from your eyes
Recognize the INCs on the rise
B-bass bombin' all the way to savannah
Straight from Medina not white like Vanna

Black and, as a matter of fact, yo bust that
Um, digga wit the um, bigger boom then you got
That with the mad snap hat to get ill
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 nothin' like the b-bass boom

It's the I to the N to the C, ya can't fuck wit' me
It's the I to the N to the C, ya can't fuck wit' me

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

Who is the crew comin' through wit' the A-C-E? (The INC)
Who is the crew comin' through wit' the rough styling? (The INC)
Who is the crew with the Brooklyn mentality? (The INC)
Who is the crew to break it down with the one-two-three? (The INC)

Break it down baby (uh huh)
B-b-break it down baby (uh huh)
B-b-break it down baby (uh huh)
B-b-break it down (check it out)

It's the individual residual visual
Get dissed if ya step to this, don't miss
When ya aim to maintain and feel no pain
Tell me can you stand the rain on yo brain

Chain - reaction
I see the niggies and the hotties with they bodies complete with satisfaction
So when you see the Ase comin' through wit' the crew
This is how we do (right)

It's the I to the N to the C, ya can't fuck wit' me
It's the I to the N to the C, ya can't fuck wit' me
It's the I to the N to the C, ya can't fuck wit' me
It's the I to the N to the C, ya can't fuck wit' me



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Writer(s): Duval A. Clear, Reginald D. Ellis
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