Mista Sinista [스크래치,프로듀서]

check it out y'all (Scratching)

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

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

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)
(x2)
(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)(x3)
(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)
(x3)
(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)

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

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

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 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
A logical progression on the timeline
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take u on a an audible odyssey
Now 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 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 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
Stalence 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 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

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

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...

(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!)

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

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

*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!

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!

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

*Repeat

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

"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!"

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?"

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

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"

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*

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!"

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...

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]

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...

자기 스스로 microphone 안의 주인을
기다리며 잠들어있는 고귀(高貴)한
영혼을 조종할 수 있다고 자부하는
자여 과연 얼만큼이나 마이크의 진의(眞意)를
파악하고 있는지? 위를 향해서만 달리지
말고 가끔 뒤를 돌이켜 보기를... 온기를
느끼기도 전에 또 발을 딛을 만큼 난
급하지는 않아 말도 통하지 않는 이국(異國)에서
파생된 문화의 형태 H-I-P-H-O-P 분명
그들과 우리의 몸 속에는 흐르는 피는 어차피
근원이 다른 피라는 내용의 얘기는
이미 누구나 인지(認知)하고 있는 사실 중요한
것은 지금 우리의 현실 전래의 과정에서
변질되어버린 본질의 성질 그리고
난무하는 Wack, 또 Fake들이 그어놓은
상처가 되어버린 큰 획에 의해 움직임에
제한을 받고 있는 진지한 태도를 가진 선진(先進)한
선지자들 무이지로 미래를 위해 희생을
얻으며 투자를 하는 진정한 현자들을
생각해서라도 늦게나마 시인해야 한다 `We
came a wrong way' (우리는 잘못된
길을 걸어왔다는 것을...) 말로써,
혀로써, 상대의 감정을 최고조로 극대화(極大化)시켜 그
틈새에 자신의 의지를 불어넣을 수
있는가 그렇다면 당신은 MC의 기본적인
요건을 갖춘 셈 허나 그것은 오로지
기술적인 측면에서의 해석일 뿐 필부필부(匹夫匹婦)에게도
가능한 단순한 혀놀림과 혼이 담긴
lyricist의 rhyme'은 비교조차 될 수
없는 별개의 존재 삶을 투영하여 맑게
비추어내는 것이 바로 MIC잡은 자의
사명 여과되지 않은 가공하지 않은
진실을 그대로 비출 수 있는 진정
요구 되는 것 그것이 바로 정직한 거울 금이
가서 깨어져 보이지 않는 거울 수북한
먼지로 인해 비치지 않는 거울 심하게
굴곡 되어 왜곡되는 거울 현재까지
이어져온 잘못된 거울 Yeah... represent
`the BEATZ production'... Listen
up !! Red Roc 비추길, Ty'max 비추길,
Mighty Mini 비추길 스스로의 거울이
되어 비추길 I to the Z 비추길, D.D.T.비추길,
MP 비추길 스스로의 거울이 되어 비추길 모든
MC 비추길, 모든 MC 비추길 왜곡되지
않은 그대로의 모습 그대로 비추길 모든
MC, Grab the mic and ready to fight 절대로
깨어지지 않길...