Rob Swift - The X (Y'all Know the Name) lyrics

"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, cla**ical, material wax, imperial tactics Black sh** I master, traps that collapse backwards All area access, pa**es without practice Hit em, then I'ma sh** 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 b**h Instrumental in creatin the most pinnacle rap sh** 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 tennaments up then I'ma wreck sh** Then I'ma flip, administer hits on this next sh** Deejays collect tips from them then hit the exit At they show the front row, usually gettin hectic The X sh**... {*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 f**in you up I'm sick of weak sh** winnin, n***a yo' rhymes ain't rockin The good life is a b**h, seem like everybody cop blockin The shotclock is runnin out, gunnin out the police I crack the teeth of any n***a 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 a**ault and battery Sparatically blast at the capacity crowd and cause casualties Street savy, n***as 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 sk**s 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" [Sk**z] 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 Sk**z gon' flow sh** we mastered the feat, you can't bring us (what) Y'all could crap if y'all was doin that sh** 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 n***a take yo' a** 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*