"Uh.uh.uh.baby!" {*scratched*}
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all know the name"
"Stabbin the track with both hands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all know the name"
"Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all know the name"
"Stabbin the track with both hands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all know the name"
"You out there?" "Louder!" {Pharaohe Monch}
This is masterful, cla**ical, material wax, imperial tactics
Black sh** I master, traps that collapse backwards
All area access, pa**es without practice
Hit em, then I'ma sh** on em and spit on em, and send faxes
Maximum amount (uh) not the minimal
The oratal rock chop like Florida Seminole
Subliminal raps which make criminals act b**h
Instrumental in creatin the most pinnacle rap sh**
Got Toni Braxton lookin women collapsin
My beats get feet to steppin like Fast Actin Tinactin
Dominant X-Men conference like actin
Backslap wack rap actors to get a reaction
My venom rips tennaments up then I'ma wreck sh**
Then I'ma flip, administer hits on this next sh**
Deejays collect tips from them then hit the exit
at they show the front row, usually gettin hectic
The X sh**... {*scratched*}
"Ya.ya.y'all know the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the track with both hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all know the name"
"Stabbin the track with both hands. together"
"The fall forever gon' win. you out there?" {Xzibit}
Yeah yo, uh-huh, yeah, check it
You wanna get to my level but you don't hustle enough
Any attempts at touchin my stuff and I'm f**in you up
I'm sick of weak sh** winnin, n***a yo' rhymes ain't rockin
The good life is a b**h, seem like everybody cop blockin
The shotclock is runnin out, gunnin out the police
I crack the teeth of any n***a with beef
Masterpiece, X-Ecutioners, naturally
Any problems, come to Los Angeles and ask for me {Inspectah Deck}
Yo castastrophe, none can match me, naturally nasty
Manually smash ya faculty
Veral a**ault and battery
Sparatically blast at the capacity crowd and cause casualties
Street savy, n***az blast me out the Navi'
Groupie chick wish she could have me
XE in back of me, hit like a daquiri
Accurately, ya don't grab me, ya sk**s still latchkey {*scratched*}
"Ya.ya.y'all know the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the track with both hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Stabbin the track... the track"
"...with both hands" {Sk**z}
I got my man Roc Raida on the slash and cut
Rob Swift where you at son, the "What What"
Sinister make em - now we ready to go
Last but not least, total eclipse (Whatchu don't know?)
I got a question, who can see him? I don't know
But whatever I play, you know that Sk**z gon' flow
sh** we mastered the feat, you can't bring us (what)
Y'all could crap if y'all was doin that sh** with eight fingers
Come on black, we in the Hall of Fame
Got ya picture in our crib on the Wall of Shame
I expect emcees to wanna murder me (what)
Cuz when we open up and start cuttin, you wish you was in surgery
You see the X? Hardly
Here's some on-offs n***a take yo' a** back to doin parties
You're better off if somebody shoot ya
And change ya name to DJ I-Got-Beat-By-The-X-Ecutioners {*scratched*}
"Ya.ya.y'all know the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the track with both hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Fifty thou in the stands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all know the name"
"Stabbin the track with both hands. together"
"The fall. forever gon' win" "You out there?" "Louder!"
"Y'all know the name" *Redman's vocal dog barking*