I am the planet,the monster,anti-martyr,
The balance of human, constant firestarter
pry apart the soul, find the footprints

all of a sudden, touch the button
crash course in yesterday's after mathmatics class until the last chapter's mastered

Smile for the style wars won where the wild things are that hide from the sun

I am the toothache buried in your head,
The proof you pretended
to carry until to the end,
barely alive, but nowhere near dead,
I'm still standing here intstead

[pre corus]
more than a fistful of issues
more than a misfits pistol grip click
my heart ticks,

more huiman than human,
more sicker than sick

[chorus x2]
more human than human,
more sicker than sick

I am the nightmare, right where the soldier
overstands warfare, caught in the crosshair
the moment when focus becomes more than what's noticed by the starving locusts.

the burning of the pride
the turning of the tide
searching through the fight
snuck in with the shadow that broke the castle,escaped the cell, let air out the capsule

I am the hunter that stalks my agressor,
I am nuerosis
I am the measurement used when it's time to choose which tools
are proper for the oppertunity to break it loose.

when it breaks, it'll all come together now,
armeggdon just a change in the weather now,
I am the one,
I've come to let the pressure out
more human then human,
so you could feel better now.
[chorus: repeat to end]

Lets start it like this

yo... its official
the saga begins
begin war
the x
be the first to set it off
crash you mutherfuckers
x-ecutioners
POW
yo...get you whole place done
wha
get your beat on
you know i bring it to you live...
you heard of us?
you know i bring it to you live
nobodies tighter
we're leaving
its an a feeling
word
you know you love it
chopping niggaz up
thats how we do it
its an a feeling
word
you now you love it
chopping niggaz up with the diabolical sound commin through your speaker

Yeah.. yeah..
"Ladies and gentlemen" "..may I present"
Yeah..
"May I introduce.."
"Four of New York's finest.."
"Give it up for the X-Ecutioners!"

[Large Professor]
Yo
I'm like a country wild western, rhyme style murderer
X-Ecutioners, cuttin things you never heard of
Flip new beats, never once flipped a burger
But I flame-broil, and still remain loyal
On the hip-hop throne, and most kings I been doin it
Rock, Rob, Joe, and Big E is one unit
Supreme force, ever since Main Source, my nigga
Shoulda had yo ass drunk like liqour, in a stuper
Got to stay super, with the Cash Flow
Never bashful, here's what you asked fo'
The best DJ's in the world today
Cuttin up "Rock the Bells" LL Cool J
and many more, Robbie Swift and he raw
Roc Raida, number one chop innovator
Total Eclipse, man you know that he flips
and he diminished the, record like my man Joe Sinister
I'ma lay back and watch 'em bless the track
For the hip-hop world, cuz these brothers don't slack
They always comin with the up-to-par
You can call X-Ecutioners the best by far...

Knowhatmsayin? Yeah..
Knowhatmsayin? Word up..
Yeah...

[Large Professor]
Yo, I take you back to the cave man era
Survival and how to live, on ways I get better
I'm too deep to peek, rock niggaz to sleep
I'm like a four star general, out in the street
Keep my business low, represent Cash Flow
Bustin loose like Chuck Brown to get that dough
Most of y'all could tell, I come from the ghetto
Eight blocks from flushin metal where my family settle
Got Chinese, Korean, Asian
Used to link up with Nas, from Corntop Choice, for female persuasion
Bustin off in the park, that was in the dark
I'm real not fake so please don't pretend to part
I'm lettin it start, the glamour the bucks
Gotta get mine, cuz beef got stamina and guts
Plus the phat beat, plus the rhyme plus the cuts

[cutting up "cut" in background]

[Large P talking]
Yeah, X-Ecutioners rockin the track
Comin through with the hefty scratch
Cuts galore..
Boardin back and forth.. all over the world
Tri-state, every five borough
Word up, these brothers been doin this for a minute
man, gettin busy man, just.. cuttin 'em up man
Choppin 'em, slicin 'em
That's the original essence of hip-hop, knowhatmsayin
just niggaz just gettin busy and shit
Two turntables that's how it started
Two turntables and a microphone
X-Ecutioners, keepin the foundation strong...

Hear my beat block

so check it out
Hear my beat block
the man with the beast
Hear my beat block
xmen...done
remember that
Hear my beat block
Garenteed to rock

(beat boxing)

This is a journey into sound

You cant
you out from brooklen
Queens
i cant, forget the hat
you wanna tell a little stopry about where they come from
thats my name
total eclipse
represent the brooklem all knights
do what i
thats high
feel the real rhythme dial comming through
the wisest
the xmen
calling youself cutting, but you aint cutting nothing
to whom it may concern this goes out to the dodgers
good DJ's
you can bet it in your wildest dreams
Rob swift
straight from queens
no doubt
had to represent
from queens
the place to be
mutherfuckers
your comming from queens
you wanna battle, you dont wanna battle me
yellow mal
back to the galaxy of queens
i am so..
homicidal harlem
wait i got the funk
from up town
break it down you fools
all across the cut
if you dont like it and you wanna step up
ill burn that ass
this goes out to manhatten
but not how you making it
for real
this goes out to
queens
listen to a while for the name of the place
this goes out to
brooklyn
word up
brooklyn in the back shooting crack now wussap
one other thing
we are... the
new york

January 16th 1977 its early morning in the utah state prison

the importance of the tv crews enhance this main event
capital punishment has not been practices in over 10 years in the united states
though ading to controvercy... Harry Gilmore was bout to enter a vail of trouble

x-ecutioner
oh year strong survive

you could run but no man is safe
hey keep the show crews running
like they're supposed to

Is very simple and fun.
all it takes is good balance and good hand eye co-ordination
keep your eyes at the balls at all times
remember practice practice practice
let me show you how to do it properly

Watch them flee
Watch them flee
Rap up
Watch them flee
Hip-Hop hits
And you do it like this

It's going down (It's going down)
It's going down (It's going down)
It's going down (It's going down)
It's going down

The rhythm projects 'round the next sound
Reflects the complex hybrid dialect now
Detect the mesh of many elements compressed down
The melting pot of a super-future X-style
The combination of a vocal caress
With lungs that gasp for breath
From emotional stress
With special effects
And a distorted collage
Carefully lodged between beats of rhythmic barrage

It's going down
The logical progression on a timeline
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey
Now it's going down
A logical progression on the timeline
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey
Now it's going down

It's going down
For the world to see, yes
Me and the X-men to the 10th degree
Nobody in the world is safe
When we melt down the wax in your record graves
It's going down
For the world to see, yes
Me and the X-men to the 10th degree
Nobody in the world is safe
When we melt down the wax in your record graves

Put put it up
It said it go- go- goes like this
And you do it like this
Its going down

Once again it is
Composed sentences all together venomous
The four elements of natural force
Projected daily through the sound of the source
Everybody on board with this blend
The sword with the pen
The mightiest of the weapons
Swinging right from the chin
The elevate of mental states
Long gone with the wind
To defend men for shoddy imitation pretends
It's going down
Stance emulation readily
Trekking through the weaponry
Of the pure pedigree
Cleverly seeing through whatever is ahead of me
Whatever the weather be
We invent the steadily
It's going down to sub-terrestrial high
I rhyme regiment that's calling the shots
Execution of collaborative plots
Ready to bring the separation of style to a stop

It's going down
A logical progression on a timeline
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey
Now, it's going down

It's going down
For the world to see, yes
Me and the X-men to the 10th degree
Nobody in the world is safe
When we melt down the wax in your record graves
It's going down
For the world to see, yes
Me and the X-men to the 10th degree
Nobody in the world is safe
When we melt down the wax in your record graves

X-men 'bout to blast off world wide
X- men 'bout to blast off world wide
And you do it like this
X- men 'bout to blast off world wide

It's going down
For the world to see, yes
Me and the X-men to the 10th degree
Nobody in the world is safe
When we melt down the wax in your record graves
It's going down
For the world to see, yes
Me and the X-men to the 10th degree
Nobody in the world is safe
When we melt down the wax in your record graves

It's going down (It's going down)
It's going down (It's going down)
It's going down (It's going down)
It's going down

It's going down
Put put put it up
It said it goes like this
And you do it like this
It's going down
Put put it up
It said it goes like this
And you do it like this
It's going down
Like this...

"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 Pac-10
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*

[BizMarkie]
Owwwwwwwwww!!
Hey Hey!
This is Diabolical BizMarkie
And we gonna do it like this
Rhymin' to the B-I-Z-M-A-Z-A
And give ya R-I-C-K
And I'll break ya day
Super educator in-human or destruct
I'm here with the X-Ecutioners

[Female Voice]
I'm in heaven
Who you wit' baby?
With my boyfriend my laughing boyfriend
There's no beginning and there is no end
Time isn't present in that dimension
He'll take my arm
When we're walking, rolling and rocking
It's one time I'm glad I'm not a man
Feels like I'm dreaming but I'm not sleeping
(scratching)
Who needs a beat when your feet just go?
(scratching)
Who needs a beat when your feet just go?

The Biz the Biz the Biz
Its the Biz the Biz the Biz
Owwwww!

Whatcha gonna do when ya get a chick?
I'm gonna have some sex baby!
What do you consider fun?
Like some safe sex!
Whatcha gonna do when ya get a chick?
I'm gonna have some sex!
What do you consider fun?
Lotta good sex!
(Check it out y'all ya don't stop)
(Check it out y'all keep on)
2X
(Check it out y'all ya don't stop)
(Keep On)

I'm in heaven
Who you wit' baby?
With the mavin' of funk-u-tation
Cleansance musicians such as Bootsy Collins
Raise expectations to a new intention
No one can sing
Quite like Smokey, Smokey Robinson
Wavin' and skankin' to Bob Marley
Reggae's expanding with Sly and Robby

(Oops ya mama said I)3X
(Oops ya papa)
Hey!
(Oops ya mama said I)3X
(Oops ya papa)
(scratching)

Hey how did you know it was me
I'm the original B-I-Z
M the A-R-K-I with the E
Rob Swift is down with me
Rhymin Rock Raider is down with me
My man Eclipse is down with me
Sinister is down with me'
So come on everybody and party!

Whatcha gonna do when ya get a chick?
I'm gonna have some sex baby!
What do you consider fun?
Like some safe sex!
Whatcha gonna do when ya get a chick?
I'm gonna have some sex!
What do you consider fun?
Lotta good sex!
(Check it out y'all ya don't stop)
(Check it out y'all keep on)
3X
(Check it out y'all ya don't stop)
(Keep On)

Check it out y'all
Ya don't stop
Keep on
The way we get the old school soundin' goin'
And everybody say
The original man
With the master plan
...(Fade)

Check it out y'all (Scratching)

[Whitey Ford]
Whitey Ford. X-Ecutioner style

Emcee am I people call me Ev
when I'm bustin' up the party hear my engine rev
With high resolution in the late p.m
X-Men scratch the beat while i drop this gem
Got tints on my windows so you can't see in
pack it up pack it in baby once again.
Ain't no way to check me (check me)
No way to wreck me (wreck me)
And shit gets hectic if you disrespectin.
Stiller than night I'ma see my light
On the top of the Marquee kid bill me right
You know it ain't right, but yo it's ok
see this type of shit happens everyday

(scratching)
You see this type of shit happens everyday
(scratching)
You know this type of shit happens everyday
(scratching)

It goes one for the thugs, two for the chickens
peckerwood stats classic like slim pickins
Fuck the Democrats, and the Republicans
got all your cars bouncin' like a bunch of Mexicans
Porter rock style I'll Touch you like Tony
you claim to keep it real but still comin' out phony.
It's just one emcee and four dj's
give us six turntables and a mic to blaze.
I'ma said it like Pun in the house of fun
I burn hotter than the heat that's made by sun.
Got a gun, ain't a uzi, but it weighes a ton
It's B-Boy punk rock 2001

(scratching)
It's B-Boy punk rock 2001
(scratching)
It's B-Boy punk rock 2001
(scratching)

World keeps spinnin'. X-Men keep winnin
X-Men keep winnin. X-Men keep winnin
It's B-Boy punk rock 2001. It's B-Boy punk rock 2001