"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 %#@! I master, traps that collapse backwards

All area access, passes without practice
Hit em, then I'ma %#@! 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 (*##$
Instrumental in creatin the most pinnacle rap %#@!

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 %#@!
Then I'ma flip, administer hits on this next %#@!

Deejays collect tips from them then hit the exit
at they show the front row, usually gettin hectic
The X %#@!...


[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 $#&@in you up
I'm sick of weak %#@! winnin, ^!$$% yo' rhymes ain't rockin
The good life is a (*##$, seem like everybody cop blockin

The shotclock is runnin out, gunnin out the police
I crack the teeth of any ^!$$% 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 $$#ault and battery

Sparatically blast at the capacity crowd and cause casualties
Street savy, ^!$$%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
%#@! we mastered the feat, you can't bring us (what)

Y'all could crap if y'all was doin that %#@! 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 ^!$$% take yo' $$# 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]