Y'all Know The Name Featpharoahe Monch, Xzibit, Inspectah Deck & Skillz Lyrics - Built From Scratch - X-ecutioners

"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*