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Yeah.. yeah..
"Ladies and gentlemen" "..may I present" Yeah.. "May I introduce.." "Four of New York's finest.." "Give it up for the X-Ecutioners!" Yo I'm like a country wild western, rhyme style murderer X-Ecutioners, cuttin things you never heard of Flip new beats, never once flipped a burger But I flame-broil, and still remain loyal On the hip-hop throne, and most kings I been doin it Rock, Rob, Joe, and Big E is one unit Supreme force, ever since Main Source, my nigga Shoulda had yo ass drunk like liqour, in a stuper Got to stay super, with the Cash Flow Never bashful, here's what you asked fo' The best DJ's in the world today Cuttin up "Rock the Bells" LL Cool J and many more, Robbie Swift and he raw Roc Raida, number one chop innovator Total Eclipse, man you know that he flips and he diminished the, record like my man Joe Sinister I'ma lay back and watch 'em bless the track For the hip-hop world, cuz these brothers don't slack They always comin with the up-to-par You can call X-Ecutioners the best by far... Knowhatmsayin? Yeah.. Knowhatmsayin? Word up.. Yeah... Yo, I take you back to the cave man era Survival and how to live, on ways I get better I'm too deep to peek, rock niggaz to sleep I'm like a four star general, out in the street Keep my business low, represent Cash Flow Bustin loose like Chuck Brown to get that dough Most of y'all could tell, I come from the ghetto Eight blocks from flushin metal where my family settle Got Chinese, Korean, Asian Used to link up with Nas, from Corntop Choice, for female persuasion Bustin off in the park, that was in the dark I'm real not fake so please don't pretend to part I'm lettin it start, the glamour the bucks Gotta get mine, cuz beef got stamina and guts Plus the phat beat, plus the rhyme plus the cuts [cutting up "cut" in background] Yeah, X-Ecutioners rockin the track Comin through with the hefty scratch Cuts galore.. Boardin back and forth.. all over the world Tri-state, every five borough Word up, these brothers been doin this for a minute man, gettin busy man, just.. cuttin 'em up man Choppin 'em, slicin 'em That's the original essence of hip-hop, knowhatmsayin just niggaz just gettin busy and shit Two turntables that's how it started Two turntables and a microphone X-Ecutioners, keepin the foundation strong... |
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(Pop! Pop!) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! {*scratch starts*} AAW!
Are you motherfuckers ready? YEAH! (Baby baby) YEAH! Executioners!!! {hahahahahaha} M.O.P.!!! YEAH! {hahahahahaha} (shit) Crack-o, nigga! (First Family!) Nigga! (yeah) Fuck that, fuck that! OH! OH! (What happened to the beat?) OH! OH! (Bang your head against the wall, c'mon!) OH! OH! OH! OH! Yeah.. cheese nigga! One time, First Family (cyclops!) Yo, I'm from a hellholee where male role models, live in bottles And a nigga first love is a drug We all fascinated by thug activity, street life liberty Whole ghetto remedy, toss 'em a slug It's the untameable, nonflammable Unrestrainable, nonchangeable M.O.P.! From the dark side my family provide knowledge to determine if niggaz like you can live or die on the street This is recreational wreck to keep y'all illin Sound off, pump rounds off rock like Bob Dylan would One-million and one guns, one-million and one sons Cap pealin put two in your lungs, BLUM! BLUM! It's the world's most amaaazing blazing (First Fam) DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! Critically acclaimed criminals to blame Put 'em in critical condition, fuckin with Lil' Fame *AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! {"Holdin it down"} If you wanna be hard rocks, c'mon - LET IT BANG! {"Holdin it down"} If it's hits you want, hit 'em; yeah - LET IT BANG! {"Holdin it down"} You see it! Say what? - LET IT BANG! {"Holdin it down"} Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass off - LET IT BANG! OH! OH! OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh AAAAHHHHHHHHH! Hey yo this shit is real blown out, allow me to pull my chrome out And push pieces of your dome out (NO DOUBT!!) So now (AAAHH!) you see +Tomorrow Never Dies+ cries Yeah, but it's on back blocks, imbedded in some blacktop And now, they wonder why we move the way we move (WHY WE WRECKIN EVER SMOOTH) and whadda we have to prove? (AHH!) Nothin! (Continue to survive) we're survivors Show me a man that's live, I'll show you Danze is liver LET IT BANG! {*scratches*} "You know I bring it to you live" "You've heard of us, official [DJ's] murderous" (OWW) "The X-Men" - "comes equipped" "It ain't no shame in our game, we do our thing" LET IT BANG! Who wanna test me now? Cops wanna arrest me now, killers wanna stretch me now Tear up and crush me now I'll bring it to your door, UPS style dressed in brown Walt skully hat, cover my eyelashes Y-2-K what now? I'ma die blastin (then) Open up your back like a wide out Spitty spittin the lead until it knock your insides right out *Repeat Roc-o OH! Roc-o, nigga nigga LET IT BANG! |
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I knew I was being threatened
Do you think it's worth holding out? I mean I've heard some pretty ugly things about those guys Ugly stories Watch them flee Watch them flee Rap up Watch them flee Hip-Hop hits And you do it like this It's going down The rhythm projects 'round the next sound Reflects the complex hybrid dialect now Detect the mesh of many elements compressed down The melting pot of a super-future X-style The combination of a vocal caress With lungs that gasp for breath From emotional stress With special effects And a distorted collage Carefully lodged between beats of rhythmic barrage It's going down The logical progression on a the timeline The separation narrowed down to a fine line To blur the edges so they blend together properly Take you on an audible odyssey Now it's going down A logical progression on the timeline The separation narrowed down to a fine line To blur the edges so they blend together properly Take u on a an audible odyssey Now it's going down Put put put it up It said it goes like this And you do it like this It's going down Put put it up It said it go- go- goes like this And you do it like this Its going down Once again it is Composed sentences all together venomous The four elements of natural force Projected daily through the sound of the source Everybody on board with this blend The sword with the pen The mightiest is the weapons Swinging right from the chin The elevate of mental states Long gone with the wind To defend men for shoddy imitation pretends It's going down Stalence emulation readily Trekking through the weaponry Of the pure pedigree Cleverly seeing through whatever is ahead of me Whatever the weather be We invent the steadily It's going down to sub-terrestrial high I rhyme regiment that's calling the shots Execution of collaborative plots Ready to bring the separation of style to a stop It's going down A logical progression on a the timeline The separation narrowed down to a fine line To blur the edges so they blend together properly Take you on an audible odyssey Now, it's going down Put put put it up It said it goes like this And you do it like this It's going down Put put it up It said it goes like this And you do it like this It's going down X-men 'bout to blast of world wide Yo it's request only X- men 'bout to blast of world wide It's built from scratch Album in stores soon 'Bout to blast off world wide And you do it like this It's going down Put put put it up It said it goes like this And you do it like this It's going down Put put it up It said it goes like this And you do it like this It's going down Like this... |
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"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!" 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 (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 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... {*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?" 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 shit winnin, nigga yo' rhymes ain't 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 Any problems, come to Los Angeles and ask for me 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 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" 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 Shit we mastered the feat, you can't bring us (what) Y'all could crap if y'all 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 Here's some on-offs nigga take yo' ass 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* |
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Owwwwwwwwww!!
Hey Hey! This is Diabolical BizMarkie And we gonna do it like this Rhymin' to the B-I-Z-M-A-Z-A And give ya R-I-C-K And I'll break ya day Super educator in-human or destruct I'm here with the X-Ecutioners I'm in heaven Who you wit' baby? With my boyfriend my laughing boyfriend There's no beginning and there is no end Time isn't present in that dimension He'll take my arm When we're walking, rolling and rocking It's one time I'm glad I'm not a man Feels like I'm dreaming but I'm not sleeping (scratching) Who needs a beat when your feet just go? (scratching) Who needs a beat when your feet just go? The Biz the Biz the Biz Its the Biz the Biz the Biz Owwwww! Whatcha gonna do when ya get a chick? I'm gonna have some sex baby! What do you consider fun? Like some safe sex! Whatcha gonna do when ya get a chick? I'm gonna have some sex! What do you consider fun? Lotta good sex! (Check it out y'all ya don't stop) (Check it out y'all keep on) (x2) (Check it out y'all ya don't stop) (Keep On) I'm in heaven Who you wit' baby? With the mavin' of funk-u-tation Cleansance musicians such as Bootsy Collins Raise expectations to a new intention No one can sing Quite like Smokey, Smokey Robinson Wavin' and skankin' to Bob Marley Reggae's expanding with Sly and Robby (Oops ya mama said I)3X (Oops ya papa) Hey! (Oops ya mama said I)(x3) (Oops ya papa) (scratching) Hey how did you know it was me I'm the original B-I-Z M the A-R-K-I with the E Rob Swift is down with me Rhymin Rock Raider is down with me My man Eclipse is down with me Sinister is down with me' So come on everybody and party! Whatcha gonna do when ya get a chick? I'm gonna have some sex baby! What do you consider fun? Like some safe sex! Whatcha gonna do when ya get a chick? I'm gonna have some sex! What do you consider fun? Lotta good sex! (Check it out y'all ya don't stop) (Check it out y'all keep on) (x3) (Check it out y'all ya don't stop) (Keep On) Check it out y'all Ya don't stop Keep on The way we get the old school soundin' goin' And everybody say The original man With the master plan ...(Fade) |
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check it out y'all (Scratching)
Whitey Ford. X-Ecutioner style Emcee am I people call me Ev when I'm bustin' up the party hear my engine rev With high resolution in the late p.m X-Men scratch the beat while i drop this gem Got tints on my windows so you can't see in pack it up pack it in baby once again. Ain't no way to check me (check me) No way to wreck me (wreck me) And shit gets hectic if you disrespectin. Stiller than night I'ma see my light On the top of the Marquee kid bill me right You know it ain't right, but yo it's ok see this type of shit happens everyday (scratching) You see this type of shit happens everyday (scratching) You know this type of shit happens everyday (scratching) It goes one for the thugs, two for the chickens peckerwood stats classic like slim pickins Fuck the Democrats, and the Republicans got all your cars bouncin' like a bunch of Mexicans Porter rock style I'll Touch you like Tony you claim to keep it real but still comin' out phony. It's just one emcee and four dj's give us six turntables and a mic to blaze. I'ma said it like Pun in the house of fun I burn hotter than the heat that's made by sun. Got a gun, ain't a uzi, but it weighes a ton It's B-Boy punk rock 2001 (scratching) It's B-Boy punk rock 2001 (scratching) It's B-Boy punk rock 2001 (scratching) World keeps spinnin'. X-Men keep winnin X-Men keep winnin. X-Men keep winnin It's B-Boy punk rock 2001. It's B-Boy punk rock 2001 |
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