The X (Y'all Know The Name) (feat. Pharoahe Monch, Xzibit, Inspectah Deck & Skillz)

"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 actin
 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*