Execution Expert

Lyrics

Big Kwam - "Execution Expert" [Emcee(s): Big Kwam] [Producer(s): The Creators (Juliano & Si Spex)] [Scratches: Mr. Thing] [Intro: Sample with Scratches by Mr. Thing] "Uh!" [Verse 1: Big Kwam] See, now When I write this precise shit, examine Device, rip nice with scripts sharp like an icepick Stand at ease. I make rap parodies, then Hit close to home like family tragedies No surprise most rap guys get capsized Imperial career burial with black ties Even if they pack toast, hang 'em high like flag-post In fact, close to perfection, style milk like lactose I write from the coronary for the common, every- -day cat, relay facts from my commentary Verbals'll flurry through your hand-blocks, shank cops Your blank shots couldn't penetrate my tank-top Paralysis of cliques'll follow. Cannabis Aficionado, wilding like Ja Rule at the Apollo Show caution when approaching this emotionless vocalist Observe Kwam as I get my swerve on like motorists [Hook: Big Kwam] (x2) When tragedy trap, my faculty rap grammatically fat Words attack for a salary stack It had to be that. My net worth could make your neck jerk Big Kwam, eloquent execution expert [Verse 2: Big Kwam] Yo, rap Lynchpin, foul like phone taps in Sing Sing Melodic, exotic, verbal narcotic sling king [?] Consumers catch flashbacks like name-plates and PUMAs I'm only here to strike nerds with precise words Light herb, cold like trife Serbs on an iceberg Fuck who squeeze gats. Peep my steez, black Recitals spread vital, giving tracks a relapse So relax and absorb this remorseless Style, murderous like mantas crossed with horsefish While you're Versace-modeling, I construct The following scroll to leave your head swollen like collagen And surgical implants. The literary Rembrandt Splash your canvas with my pen hand for ten grand That's the flat rate for me to bless a fat tape [?] to make the hardest nigga back break [Hook: Big Kwam] (x2) When tragedy trap, my faculty rap grammatically fat Words attack for a salary stack It had to be that. My net worth could make your neck jerk Big Kwam, eloquent execution expert [Verse 3: Big Kwam] Raw raps [?] like four gats blazing Amazing with no hiccups or drawbacks I'm all that, the dark pharaoh, sparking marrow I mark your tarot card, barrage squads with ammo No coincidence sentiment sound belligerent It's due to past incidents I come across ignorant Fucking with fake labels, my creative, long Metaphor [?] seized up like [?] Harrowing, so my career unraveling Still persevere to try to shine like halogen Weather the storm, sever the corn, now I Forever perform like [?] Spread havoc, drop emcees like dead parrots Swing on beats like Greg Maddux, utilize My skill as a juvenile with steel. Now I Grab mics and brutalize to kill [Outro: Samples with Scratches by Mr. Thing] "Now do I come off? Yep" - Sample from Big Daddy Kane on Big Daddy Kane ft. Biz Markie - "Just Rhymin' With Biz" (x3) "Come off? Yep" - Sample from Big Daddy Kane on Big Daddy Kane ft. Biz Markie - "Just Rhymin' With Biz" (x2) "Now do I come off? Yep" - Sample from Big Daddy Kane on Big Daddy Kane ft. Biz Markie - "Just Rhymin' With Biz" (x2)