X-ecutioners Lyrics - The X (yall Know The Name) lyrics

The X (yall Know The Name) lyrics (Lyrics)

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Uh..uh..uh..baby!

[scratched]
X-Ecutioners Ya..ya..yall know the name
Stabbin the track with both hands
X-Ecutioners Ya..ya..yall know the name
Louder!!
X-Ecutioners Ya..ya..yall know the name
Stabbin the track with both hands
X-Ecutioners Ya..ya..yall 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 Ima shit 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 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 Pac-10
Backslap wack rap actors to get a reaction
My venom rips tennaments up then Ima wrec k shit
Then Ima 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...

[scratched]
Ya..ya..yall know the name X-Ecutioners
Stabbin the track with both hands.. together
The fall.. you out there? Louder!
X-Ecutioners Ya..ya..yall 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 dont hustle enough
Any attempts at touchin my stuff and Im fuckin you up
Im sick of weak shit winnin, nigga yo rhymes aint rockin
The good life is a bitch, seem like everybody cop blockin
The shotclock is runnin out, gunnin out the police
I crack the teeth of any nigga with beef
Masterpiece, X-Ecutioners, naturally
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Any problems, come to Los Angeles and ask for me

[Inspect ah 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, niggaz blast me out the Navi
Groupie chick wish she could have me
XE in back of me, hit like a daquiri
Accurately, ya dont grab me, ya skills still latchkey

[scratched]
Ya..ya..yall 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 dont know?)
I got a question, who can see him? I dont know
But whatever I play, you know that Skillz gon flow
Shit we mastered the feat, you cant bring us (what)
Yall could crap if yall was doin 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 wanna murder me (what)
Cuz when we open up and start cuttin, you wish you was in surgery
You see the X? Hardly
Heres some on-offs nigga take yo ass back to doin parties
Youre better off if somebody shoot ya
And change ya name to DJ I-Got-Beat-By-The-X-Ecutioners

[scratched]
Ya..ya..yall 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..yall know the name
Stabbin the track with both hands.. together
The fall.. forever gon win You out there? Louder!
Yall know the name

[Redmans vocal dog barking]