The X-Ecutioners, Xzibit, Skillz, Pharoahe Monch, Inspectah Deck - The X (Y’all Know the Name) lyrics

"Uhuhuhbaby!"

"X-Ecutioners" "Yayay'all know the name"
"Stabbin the track with both hands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Yayay'all know the name"
"Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Yayay'all know the name"
"Stabbin the track with both hands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Yayay'all know the name"
"You out there?" "Louder!"

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 orator rock chop like Florida Seminole
Subliminal raps which make
Criminals act bitch
Instrumental in creating 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 tenements up
Then I'ma wreck shit then I'ma flip
Administer hit's on this next shit
Deejays collect tips from them
Then hit the exit
At they show the front row
Usually can get hectic the X shit

"Yayay'all know the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the track with both hands together"
"The fall you out there?" "Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Yayay'all know the name"
"Stabbin the track with both hands together"
"The fall forever gon' win you out there?"

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 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 cock 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

Yo catastrophe, none can match me
Naturally nasty manually smash ya faculty
Verbal assault like battery
Sporadically blast at the capacity
Crowd and cause casualties
Street savvy, niggas 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

"Yayay'all know the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the track with both hands together"
"The fall you out there?" "Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Stabbin the trackthe track"
"with both hands"

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 off-ons nigga take yo'
Ass back to doin' parties
You better off with somebody shootin' ya
And change ya name to
DJ IGot-Beat-By The-X-Ecutioners

"Yayay'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" "Yayay'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"