X-Ecutioner Style (X-Ecutioners Feat. Black Thought Of The Roots)
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Shut up / Shut up / Shut up / SHUT UP! [When I’m talking to you] Shut up / Shut up / Shut up / SHUT UP! I’m about to: Wasn’t that fun? / Lets try something else Forty five caliber killa But outta the philla-dela-realla Show ya’ll brothers how you not a guerilla Smooth talking, fully automatic weapon concealer Take skrilla / Break pillas / Hit em’ with the godzilla Filthy stinkin’ Standin’ on solid ground / Still be sinkin’ Submerging in the parks / Still be Linkin Pluck beef when its starts so fuck your thinking It’s not a mirage I’m in a motherfuckin tractor From out of the garage Wonder if you can duck / But it’s hard to dodge In the back of that spine’s where my darts is lodged ’Thought flipin’ / Straight up rippin’ apart ya squad X-ecutioner style / Cuts and blends Like a syringe Bangin’ you in each of ya limbs See me comin’ through ya party hard Without no bodyguard Smoking something Stompin’ on each of ya Tims I’m the B to the L the A the C King And when it come to planning the thought Keep thinking: Man
Shut up / Shut up / Shut up / SHUT UP! Shut up / Shut up / Shut up / SHUT UP!