Built From Scratch

[Intro]
I knew I was being threatened
Do you think it's worth holding out'
I mean I've heard some pretty ugly things about those guys
Ugly stories

(electric guitar starts)
"Watch them flee.. watch them flee" *scratches*
"Rap up" *scratches*
"Watch them flee" *scratches*
"Hip-Hop blitz" *scratches*
"And you do it like this"

(Mike Shinoba)
[Verse 1]
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-futureesque 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

[Pre-Chorus](2x)
It's going down
The logical progression on a 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

[Chorus](2x)
"Put put.. put it up" *scratches*
"I said it goes like this" *scratches*
"And you do it like this" *scratches*
It's going down

(Mike Shinoba)
[Verse 2]
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 as we blend
The sword with the pen
The mightiest is 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
Stylish simulation readily
Trekking through the weaponry
Of the pure pedigree
Cleverly seeing through whatever is ahead of me
Whatever the weather be
We advance it steadily
It's going down to sub-terrestrial high
A rhyme regiment that's calling the shots
Execution of collaborative plots
Ready to bring the separation of style to a stop

[Pre-Chorus]
It's going down
A logical progression on a 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

[Chorus](2x)
"Put put.. put it up" *scratches*
"I said it goes like this" *scratches*
"And you do it like this" *scratches*
It's going down

(X-Ecutioners)
"X-men 'bout to blast of world wide" *scratches*
Yo it's request only *scratches*
"X-men 'bout to blast of world wide" *scratches*
It's built from scratch
Album in stores soon
"'Bout to blast off world wide" *scratches*
"And you do it like this"

It's going down

[Chorus](2x)
"Put put.. put it up" *scratches*
"I said it goes like this" *scratches*
"And you do it like this" *scratches*
It's going down

Like this...

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

[Intro]
(Pop! Pop!) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! {*scratch starts*} AAW!
Are you motherfuckers ready? YEAH! (Baby baby) YEAH!
Executioners!!! {hahahahahaha} M.O.P.!!!
YEAH! {hahahahahaha} (shit) Crack-o, nigga!
(First Family!) Nigga! (yeah) Fuck that, fuck that!
OH! OH! (What happened to the beat?) OH! OH!
(Bang your head against the wall, c'mon!)
OH! OH! OH! OH! Yeah.. cheese nigga!
One time, First Family (cyclops!)

[Billy Danze]
Yo, I'm from a hellholee where male role models, live in bottles
And a nigga first love is a drug
We all fascinated by thug activity, street life liberty
Whole ghetto remedy, toss 'em a slug
It's the untameable, nonflammable
Unrestrainable, nonchangeable M.O.P.!
From the dark side my family provide knowledge
to determine if niggaz like you can live or die on the street

[Lil' Fame]
This is recreational wreck to keep y'all illin
Sound off, pump rounds off rock like Bob Dylan would
One-million and one guns, one-million and one sons
Cap pealin put two in your lungs, BLUM! BLUM!
It's the world's most amaaazing
blazing (First Fam) DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!
Critically acclaimed criminals to blame
Put 'em in critical condition, fuckin with Lil' Fame

[Chorus]
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! {"Holdin it down"}
If you wanna be hard rocks, c'mon - LET IT BANG!
{"Holdin it down"}
If it's hits you want, hit 'em; yeah - LET IT BANG!
{"Holdin it down"}
You see it! Say what? - LET IT BANG!
{"Holdin it down"}
Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass off - LET IT BANG!

OH! OH! OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh
OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh AAAAHHHHHHHHH!

[Billy Danze]
Hey yo this shit is real blown out, allow me to pull my chrome out
And push pieces of your dome out (NO DOUBT!!)
So now (AAAHH!) you see +Tomorrow Never Dies+ cries
Yeah, but it's on back blocks, imbedded in some blacktop
And now, they wonder why we move the way we move
(WHY WE WRECKIN EVER SMOOTH) and whadda we have to prove? (AHH!)
Nothin! (Continue to survive) we're survivors
Show me a man that's live, I'll show you Danze is liver
LET IT BANG!

{*scratches*}
"You know I bring it to you live"
"You've heard of us, official [DJ's] murderous" (OWW)
"The X-Men" - "comes equipped"
"It ain't no shame in our game, we do our thing"
LET IT BANG!

[Lil' Fame]
Who wanna test me now?
Cops wanna arrest me now, killers wanna stretch me now
Tear up and crush me now
I'll bring it to your door, UPS style dressed in brown
Walt skully hat, cover my eyelashes
Y-2-K what now? I'ma die blastin (then)
Open up your back like a wide out
Spitty spittin the lead until it knock your insides right out

[Chorus]

Roc-o OH! Roc-o, nigga nigga LET IT BANG!

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

"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*