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'Uh..uh..uh..baby!' |
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{*scratched*} |
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'X-Ecutioners' 'Ya..ya..y'all know the name' |
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'Stabbin the track with both hands' |
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'X-Ecutioners' 'Ya..ya..y'all know the name' |
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'Louder!!' |
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'X-Ecutioners' 'Ya..ya..y'all know the name' |
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'Stabbin the track with both hands' |
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'X-Ecutioners' 'Ya..ya..y'all know the name' |
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'You out there?' 'Louder!' |
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[Pharaohe Monch] |
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This is masterful, classical, material wax, imperial tactics |
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Black shit I master, traps that collapse backwards |
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All area access, passes without practice |
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Hit em, then I'ma shit on em and spit on em, and send faxes |
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Maximum amount (uh) not the minimal |
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The oratal rock chop like Florida Seminole |
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Subliminal raps which make criminals act bitch |
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Instrumental in creatin the most pinnacle rap shit |
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Got Toni Braxton lookin women collapsin |
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My beats get feet to steppin like Fast Actin Tinactin |
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Dominant X-Men conference like Pac-10 |
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Backslap wack rap actors to get a reaction |
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My venom rips tennaments up then I'ma wreck shit |
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Then I'ma flip, administer hits on this next shit |
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Deejays collect tips from them then hit the exit |
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at they show the front row, usually gettin hectic |
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The X shit... |
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{*scratched*} |
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'Ya..ya..y'all know the name' 'X-Ecutioners' |
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'Stabbin the track with both hands.. together' |
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'The fall.. you out there?' 'Louder!' |
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'X-Ecutioners' 'Ya..ya..y'all know the name' |
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'Stabbin the track with both hands.. together' |
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'The fall forever gon' win.. you out there?' |
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[Xzibit] |
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Yeah yo, uh-huh, yeah, check it |
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You wanna get to my level but you don't hustle enough |
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Any attempts at touchin my stuff and I'm fuckin you up |
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I'm sick of weak shit winnin, nigga yo' rhymes ain't rockin |
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The good life is a bitch, seem like everybody cop blockin |
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The shotclock is runnin out, gunnin out the police |
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I crack the teeth of any nigga with beef |
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Masterpiece, X-Ecutioners, naturally |
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Any problems, come to Los Angeles and ask for me |
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[Inspectah Deck] |
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Yo castastrophe, none can match me, naturally nasty |
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Manually smash ya faculty |
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Veral assault and battery |
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Sparatically blast at the capacity crowd and cause casualties |
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Street savy, niggaz blast me out the Navi' |
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Groupie chick wish she could have me |
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XE in back of me, hit like a daquiri |
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Accurately, ya don't grab me, ya skills still latchkey |
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{*scratched*} |
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'Ya..ya..y'all know the name' 'X-Ecutioners' |
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'Stabbin the track with both hands.. together' |
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'The fall.. you out there?' 'Louder!' |
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'X-Ecutioners' 'Stabbin the track.....the track' |
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'.....with both hands' |
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[Skillz] |
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I got my man Roc Raida on the slash and cut |
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Rob Swift where you at son, the 'What What' |
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Sinister make em - now we ready to go |
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Last but not least, total eclipse (Whatchu don't know?) |
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I got a question, who can see him? I don't know |
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But whatever I play, you know that Skillz gon' flow |
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Shit we mastered the feat, you can't bring us (what) |
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Y'all could crap if y'all was doin that shit with eight fingers |
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Come on black, we in the Hall of Fame |
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Got ya picture in our crib on the Wall of Shame |
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I expect emcees to wanna murder me (what) |
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Cuz when we open up and start cuttin, you wish you was in surgery |
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You see the X? Hardly |
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Here's some on-offs nigga take yo' ass back to doin parties |
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You're better off if somebody shoot ya |
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And change ya name to DJ I-Got-Beat-By-The-X-Ecutioners |
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{*scratched*} |
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'Ya..ya..y'all know the name' 'X-Ecutioners' |
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'Stabbin the track with both hands.. together' |
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'The fall.. you out there?' 'Fifty thou in the stands' |
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'X-Ecutioners' 'Ya..ya..y'all know the name' |
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'Stabbin the track with both hands.. together' |
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'The fall.. forever gon' win' 'You out there?' 'Louder!' |
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'Y'all know the name' |
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*Redman's vocal dog barking* |
