X-Ecutioners Y'all Know The Name Lyrics

'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 s___ I master, traps that collapse backwards
All area access, passes without practice
Hit em, then I'ma s___ 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 b____
Instrumental in creatin the most pinnacle rap s___
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 s___
Then I'ma flip, administer hits on this next s___
Deejays collect tips from them then hit the exit
at they show the front row, usually gettin hectic
The X s___...

{*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 f___in you up
I'm sick of weak s___ winnin, n____ yo' rhymes ain't rockin
The good life is a b____, seem like everybody cop blockin
The shotclock is runnin out, gunnin out the police
I crack the teeth of any n____ 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 a__ault and battery
Sparatically blast at the capacity crowd and cause casualties
Street savy, n____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
s___ we mastered the feat, you can't bring us (what)
Y'all could c___ if y'all was doin that s___ 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 n____ take yo' a__ 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*