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Kool G Rap

"The X (Y'all Know the Name)"

"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 sh*t I master, traps that collapse backwards
All area access, passes without practice
Hit em, then I'ma sh*t 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 b*tch
Instrumental in creating the most pinnacle rap sh*t
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 sh*t
Then I'ma flip, administer hits on this next sh*t
Deejays collect tips from them then hit the exit
At they show the front row, usually can get hectic
The X sh*t...

{*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 on touchin' my stuff and I'm f*ckin you up
I'm sick of weak sh*t winnin, n*gga yo' rhymes ain't rockin
The good life is a b*tch, seem like everybody cop blockin
The shotclock is runnin out, gunnin out the police
I crack the teeth of any n*gga with beef
Masterpiece, X-Ecutioners, naturally
Any problems, come to Los Angeles and ask for me

[Inspectah Deck]
Yo catastrophe, none can match me, naturally nasty
Manually smash ya faculty
Verbal assault and battery
Sporadically blast at the capacity crowd and cause casualties
Street savvy, n*ggas 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

{*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
sh*t we mastered the feat, you can't bring us (what)
Y'all could crap if y'all was doin that sh*t 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 n*gga 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

{*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"
"X-Ecutioners"

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