Live from the PJ's - X-Ecutioners

(feat. Black Thought, Ghostface Killah, Trife Da God)

One two, one two, one two, one two

So you wanna start up, what we gonna tear sh*t up?

I said let the turntables talk for me at first

And then I should finish the rest

Theodore Deini, Deini, Deini, Deini (say what)

Theodore Deini, Deini, Deini, Deini (say what)

Theodore Deini, Deini, Deini, Deini (say what)

Deeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Aiyo, what up? Aiyo, what's poppin' and sh*t

Yo, this your man, Ghost Deini and sh*t, Trife Diesel on the side

Money Come First, Theodore Unit, aiyo, son blind these niggaz

Throw bleachin'

Aiyo, aiyo, what's poppin' out in Stapleton Park, hoppin' the V's

Call Ghost, special invited host, bring through the seeds

Sun beamin' like a hundred degrees, yo Tone!

Hurry up, get your a** in the truck, it's time to leave

Hold on, I gotta polish my ring, throw on my Clarks

And you know, I can't iron man garments, without the stars, just

Double park, give me ten minutes or less

I overslept, my b**ch left, and my crib is a mess

"If you not down, you not an M.C. or a D.J., off the stage"

It's the Theodore event, so they blocked off the streets

And we came here to chill, but the cops wanna beef

Little kids, shootin' hoops on the court, playin' horse

All the young bucks, rocking new gear, try'nna floss

Say no more, let's motivate Trife, throw on your poker face

Spin around the block one time, so we can spoke the place

Yeah, it's lookin' lavish, and the scene looks wonderful

Pockets full of trees, and my sh*t look colorful

We got the X-Men spinnin', on the one's and two's

No ***, no violence, leave home the guns and tools

And the grill's just cookin' up chicken and steak

And greedy a** Uncle Ronnie, yo, he lickin' the plate

Ladies and gentlemen, we got Black Thought in the house tonight

Yo, he just came from off tour, and I think he wanna spit something, yo!

Yo, we X-Ecute 'em, with the rapid fire, pealin' your face off

Sprayin' up the party, from the ceiling with napalm

Shots follow the target, I ain't gon chase ya'll

Swinging aluminum bats, that's not for baseball

It's humor, the way ya'll makin' me laugh

I'm like a, natural born hustler, gotta get that cash

The way a natural born, freak, gotta shake that a**

And anybody wanna eat, gotta break that fast

A million crabs in a barrel, try'nna make they splash

Break away fast, nice brother's finish in last

It don't, matter the speakers, or the hammers can blast

To handle your a**, frontin', I'mma take your stash

And twist it, and bake the whole, projects biscuits

This kid is a trendsetter, ya'll just misfits

Black Thought, I've been better, ya'll just forgettin' sh*t

Now it's a life or death predicament

I step in with a vendetta, then start spittin' sh*t

Then spit game, that's ridiculous, ya'll muthaf**kas insignificant

I'm three fifty seven, magnificent

Stay playin', where them bad b**ches is, you feelin' tonight

You know they feelin', let the semi automatic bend

They fend to have 'em in the ghetto, goin' at it, man

They bring it to your block, have it like Pakistan

Philly boys bringin' noise, makin' wild static, then

We trick cops, even jump out vans, and leave you

Sprayed out, stiffer than a mannequin stance

You get, laid out, clapped with mechanical hands

That kick back, cuz, you and your mans'll get zapped

Just keep, thinkin' my peoples, and peoples'll toy with

A cold blooded kill sh*t, and keep on doin' it

Cuz that's my pleasure, that's the people's enjoyment

Gangsta's holla at me, if you seekin' employment