The X (Y'all Know the Name)

"Baby!" "X-Ecutioners" "Yea, yea, y'all know the name" "Stabbin the track with both hands" "X-Ecutioners" "Yea, yea, y'all know the name" "Louder!" "X-Ecutioners" "Yea, yea, y'all know the name" "Stabbin the track with both hands" "X-Ecutioners" "Yea, yea, y'all know the name" "You out there?" "Louder!" [Pharaohe Monch] This is masterful, classical, material wax, imperial tactics Black shit I master, traps that collapse backwards All area access, passes without practice Hit em, then I'ma shit on em and spit on em, and send faxes Maximum amount not the minimal The oratal rock chop like Florida Seminole Subliminal raps which make criminals act bitch Instrumental in creatin' the most pinnacle rap shit Got Toni Braxton lookin' women collapsin My beats get feet to steppin' like Fast Actin' Tinactin' Dominant X-Men conference like actin' Back slap wack rap actors to get a reaction My venom rips tennaments up then I'ma wreck shit Then I'ma flip, administer hits on this next shit Deejays collect tips from them then hit the exit at they show the front row, usually gettin hectic The X shit "Yea, yea, y'all know the name" "X-Ecutioners" "Stabbin the track with both hands, together" "The fall, you out there?" "Louder!" "X-Ecutioners" "Yea, yea, y'all know the name" "Stabbin the track with both hands, together" "The fall forever goin' win, you out there?" [Xzibit] Yeah yo, uh-huh, yeah, check it You want to get to my level but you don't hustle enough Any attempts at touching my stuff and I'm fucking you up I'm sick of weak shit winning, nigga yo' rhymes ain't rocking The good life is a bitch, seem like everybody cop blocking The shot clock is running out, gunning out the police I crack the teeth of any nigga with beef Masterpiece, X-Ecutioners, naturally Any problems, come to Los Angele's and ask for me [Inspectah Deck] Yo catastrophe, none can match me, naturally nasty Manually smash ya faculty Veral assault and battery Sparatically blast at the capacity crowd and cause casualties Street savvy, niggas blast me out the Navy Groupie chick wish she could have me XE in back of me, hit like a daiquiri Accurately, ya don't grab me, ya skills still latchkey "Yea, yea, y'all know the name" "X-Ecutioners" "Stabbing 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 (What you don't know?) I got a question, who can see him? I don't know But whatever I play, you know that Skillz goin' flow Shit we mastered the feat, you can't bring us (what) why y'all could crap if why y'all was doing that shit 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 want to murder me (what) Cause when we open up and start cutting, you wish you was in surgery You see the X? Hardly Here's some on-offs nigga take yo' ass back to doing parties You're better off if somebody shoot ya And change ya name to DJ I-Got-Beat-By-The-X-Ecutioners "Yea, yea, 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 goin' win" "You out there?" "Louder!" "Why y'all know the name"