Roc Raida [프로듀서,디제이]

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

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)

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...

(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!

I was in this club just the other day
And I saw the X-ecutioners that made me wanna say:
"They were cuttin' it up, scratchin' it with both hands.
They sounded so good they made everybody dance." (Check it out.)

[Scratching "yes" vocal.]

As the 'X' kept fading, they were rockin' the crowd.
Everybody was movin' to the hypnotic sound.
They were cuttin' it up, scratchin' it with both hands.
They sounded so good they made everybody dance. (Check it out.)

[Scratching "I love this song" vocal.]

The music was hittin', the bass kept pumpin',
Nobody was sittin', 'X' got the whole club jumpin'.

It was Rob Swift, Total Eclipse, Roc Raida
Tearin' it up, yeah, flippin' the crossfader.

[Scratching "like this", "yeah" vocals.]

They were cuttin' it up, scratchin' it with both hands.
They sounded so good they made everybody dance. (Check it out.)

The music was hittin', the bass kept pumpin',
Nobody was sittin', 'X' got the whole club jumpin'.

It was Rob Swift, Total Eclipse, Roc Raida
Tearin' it up, yeah, flippin' the crossfader.

[Scratching "turn it up", "blow", "come on" vocals.]

By the end of the night, the whole vibe felt right,
Yeah, the X-ecutioners made the music sound tight.

It was Rob Swift, Total Eclipse, Roc Raida
Tearin' it up, yeah, flippin' the crossfader.

[Scratching "X-ecutioners", "like this" vocals.]

(feat. Black Thought, Ghostface Killah, Trife Da God)

[sample]
One two, one two, one two, one two
So you wanna start up, what we gonna tear shit up?
I said let the turntables talk for me at first
And then I should finish the rest

[Hook x2: Ghostface Killah]
Theodore Deini, Deini, Deini, Deini (say what)
Theodore Deini, Deini, Deini, Deini (say what)
Theodore Deini, Deini, Deini, Deini (say what)
Deeeeeeeeeeeeeee

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, what up? Aiyo, what's poppin' and shit
Yo, this your man, Ghost Deini and shit, Trife Diesel on the side
Money Come First, Theodore Unit, aiyo, son blind these niggaz
Throw bleachin'

[Trife Da God]
Aiyo, aiyo, what's poppin' out in Stapleton Park, hoppin' the V's
Call Ghost, special invited host, bring through the seeds
Sun beamin' like a hundred degrees, yo Tone!
Hurry up, get your ass in the truck, it's time to leave

[Ghostface Killah]
Hold on, I gotta polish my ring, throw on my Clarks
And you know, I can't iron man garments, without the stars, just
Double park, give me ten minutes or less
I overslept, my bitch left, and my crib is a mess

[scratches and talk]
"If you not down, you not an M.C. or a D.J., off the stage"

[Trife Da God]
It's the Theodore event, so they blocked off the streets
And we came here to chill, but the cops wanna beef
Little kids, shootin' hoops on the court, playin' horse
All the young bucks, rocking new gear, try'nna floss

[Ghostface Killah]
Say no more, let's motivate Trife, throw on your poker face
Spin around the block one time, so we can spoke the place
Yeah, it's lookin' lavish, and the scene looks wonderful
Pockets full of trees, and my shit look colorful

[Trife Da God]
We got the X-Men spinnin', on the one's and two's
No drugs, no violence, leave home the guns and tools
And the grill's just cookin' up chicken and steak
And greedy ass Uncle Ronnie, yo, he lickin' the plate

[Interlude: ?]
Ladies and gentlemen, we got Black Thought in the house tonight
Yo, he just came from off tour, and I think he wanna spit something, yo!

[Black Thought]
Yo, we X-Ecute 'em, with the rapid fire, pealin' your face off
Sprayin' up the party, from the ceiling with napalm
Shots follow the target, I ain't gon chase ya'll
Swinging aluminum bats, that's not for baseball
It's humor, the way ya'll makin' me laugh
I'm like a, natural born hustler, gotta get that cash
The way a natural born, freak, gotta shake that ass
And anybody wanna eat, gotta break that fast
A million crabs in a barrel, try'nna make they splash
Break away fast, nice brother's finish in last
It don't, matter the speakers, or the hammers can blast
To handle your ass, frontin', I'mma take your stash
And twist it, and bake the whole, projects biscuits
This kid is a trendsetter, ya'll just misfits
Black Thought, I've been better, ya'll just forgettin' shit
Now it's a life or death predicament
I step in with a vendetta, then start spittin' shit
Then spit game, that's ridiculous, ya'll muthafuckas insignificant
I'm three fifty seven, magnificent
Stay playin', where them bad bitches is, you feelin' tonight
You know they feelin', let the semi automatic bend
They fend to have 'em in the ghetto, goin' at it, man
They bring it to your block, have it like Pakistan
Philly boys bringin' noise, makin' wild static, then
We trick cops, even jump out vans, and leave you
Sprayed out, stiffer than a mannequin stance
You get, laid out, clapped with mechanical hands
That kick back, cuz, you and your mans'll get zapped
Just keep, thinkin' my peoples, and peoples'll toy with
A cold blooded kill shit, and keep on doin' it
Cuz that's my pleasure, that's the people's enjoyment
Gangsta's holla at me, if you seekin' employment