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, classical, material wax, imperial tactics
Black s**t I master, traps that collapse backwards
All area access, passes without practice
Hit em, then I'ma s**t 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 s**t
Got Toni Braxton lookin women collapsin
My beats get feet to steppin like Fast Actin Tinactin
Dominant X-Men conference like Pac-10
Backslap wack rap actors to get a reaction
My venom rips tennaments up then I'ma wreck s**t
Then I'ma flip, administer hits on this next s**t
Deejays collect tips from them then hit the exit
At they show the front row, usually gettin hectic
The X s**t...
{*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 fuckin you up
I'm sick of weak s**t 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 assault and battery
Sparatically blast at the capacity crowd and cause casualties
Street savy, ni***z 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 skills 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
[Skillz]
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 Skillz gon' flow
S**t we mastered the feat, you can't bring us (what)
Y'all could crap if y'all was doin that s**t 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*