X-Ecutioner Style (feat. Black Thought)

From the top, from the top
 From the top, from the top
 From the top, from the top
 From the top, from the top
 Shut up!
 Shut up!
 Shut up!
 Shut up! (when I'm talking to you!)
 Shut up!
 Shut up!
 Shut up!
 Shut up!
 I'm about to
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 Wasn't that fun? Let's try something else
 '45 caliber killer, but out of the Phila
 Dela thriller, show you brothers how you not a guerilla
 Smooth talkin', fully automatic weapon concealer
 Taste thriller, great fillers, hit 'em with the bounce filler
 Filthy stinkin', standin' on solid ground and still be sinkin'
 Submergin' in the Parks and still be linkin'
 Pluck beef when it starts, but fuck your thinkin'
 It's not a mirage
 I rip the motherf- track up from out the garage
 Where I'm hip to the duck, but it's hard to dodge
 In the back of that spine where my darts is lodged
 Thought flippin' straight up, rippin' apart your squad
 X-Ecutioner style, that cuts and blends
 Like a syringe, we bangin' you in each of your limbs
 See me comin' through your party hard, without no bodyguard
 Smokin' somethin', stompin' on each of your Timbs
 I'm the B to the L, the A, the C-King (uh-huh)
 And when it comes to plannin' the thought, keep thinkin' that
 Shut up!
 Shut up!
 Shut up!
 Shut up!
 Shut up!
 Shut up!
 Shut up!
 Shut up!