| 歌曲 | The X (Y'all Know the Name) |
| 歌手 | The X-ecutioners |
| 专辑 | Built From Scratch |
| 作词 : Aguilar, Bailey, Hunter ... | |
| 'Uh..uh..uh..baby!' | |
| {*scratched*} | |
| '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 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 oratal rock chop like Florida Seminole | |
| Subliminal raps which make criminals act bitch | |
| Instrumental in creatin 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 tennaments 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 gettin hectic | |
| The X shit... | |
| {*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 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 cop 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 | |
| [Inspectah Deck] | |
| Yo castastrophe, none can match me, naturally nasty | |
| Manually smash ya faculty | |
| Veral assault and battery | |
| Sparatically blast at the capacity crowd and cause casualties | |
| Street savy, niggaz 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 | |
| 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 on-offs nigga take yo' ass 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* |
| zuò cí : Aguilar, Bailey, Hunter ... | |
| ' Uh.. uh.. uh.. baby!' | |
| scratched | |
| ' XEcutioners' ' Ya.. ya.. y' all know the name' | |
| ' Stabbin the track with both hands' | |
| ' XEcutioners' ' Ya.. ya.. y' all know the name' | |
| ' Louder!!' | |
| ' XEcutioners' ' Ya.. ya.. y' all know the name' | |
| ' Stabbin the track with both hands' | |
| ' XEcutioners' ' Ya.. ya.. y' all know the name' | |
| ' You out there?' ' Louder!' | |
| 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 oratal rock chop like Florida Seminole | |
| Subliminal raps which make criminals act bitch | |
| Instrumental in creatin the most pinnacle rap shit | |
| Got Toni Braxton lookin women collapsin | |
| My beats get feet to steppin like Fast Actin Tinactin | |
| Dominant XMen conference like Pac10 | |
| Backslap wack rap actors to get a reaction | |
| My venom rips tennaments 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 gettin hectic | |
| The X shit... | |
| scratched | |
| ' Ya.. ya.. y' all know the name' ' XEcutioners' | |
| ' Stabbin the track with both hands.. together' | |
| ' The fall.. you out there?' ' Louder!' | |
| ' XEcutioners' ' 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, uhhuh, yeah, check it | |
| You wanna get to my level but you don' t hustle enough | |
| Any attempts at 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 cop blockin | |
| The shotclock is runnin out, gunnin out the police | |
| I crack the teeth of any nigga with beef | |
| Masterpiece, XEcutioners, 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 assault and battery | |
| Sparatically blast at the capacity crowd and cause casualties | |
| Street savy, niggaz 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' ' XEcutioners' | |
| ' Stabbin the track with both hands.. together' | |
| ' The fall.. you out there?' ' Louder!' | |
| ' XEcutioners' ' 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 | |
| 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 onoffs nigga take yo' ass back to doin parties | |
| You' re better off if somebody shoot ya | |
| And change ya name to DJ IGotBeatByTheXEcutioners | |
| scratched | |
| ' Ya.. ya.. y' all know the name' ' XEcutioners' | |
| ' Stabbin the track with both hands.. together' | |
| ' The fall.. you out there?' ' Fifty thou in the stands' | |
| ' XEcutioners' ' 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 |