The X (Y’all Know The Name)

Lyrics

"Uh..uh..uh..baby!" [Hook: Scratches] "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!" [Verse 1: 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 I'ma shit on em and spit on em, and send faxes Maximum amount (uh) not the minimal The orator rock chop like Florida Seminole Subliminal raps which make criminals act bitch Instrumental in creating 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 tenements 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 can get hectic The X shit... [Hook: Scratches] "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?" [Verse 2: Xzibit] Yeah yo, uh-huh, yeah, check it You wanna get to my level but you don't hustle enough Any attempts on 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 cock 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 [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] Yo catastrophe, none can match me, naturally nasty Manually smash ya faculty Verbal assault like battery Sporadically blast at the capacity crowd and cause casualties Street savvy, niggas blast me out the Navi' Groupie chick wish she could have me XE in back of me, hit like a daiquiri Accurately, ya don't grab me, ya skills still latchkey [Hook: Scratches] "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" [Verse 4: 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 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 off-ons nigga take yo' ass back to doin' parties You better off with somebody shootin' ya And change ya name to DJ I-Got-Beat-By-The-X-Ecutioners [Hook: Scratches] "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" "X-Ecutioners"