Lyrics Executive Class - Double XX Posse

Executive Class

Hey we get it
We get it
Hey we get it
Get it
Hey we get it
We get it
Hey we get it
Get it
Boogie with the man in control cause I’ma kick it
For the executive class, so get your ticket
I flow with the gift to uplift and for those that riff
I’m not the one to be (Beep sound) with
Sugar is like Russian Roulette
So take it as a word to the wise and just step
Rapping is the tool and now’s the time
For me to put the rush in effect and go for mine
Fullspeed indeed to uncheck my seat
Stranger you with me, bad
The posse is on point for the wreck cause I break
cause it’s cake
Put your mic down, the rest is mine, now
And I’m so sure your sore girls gatter around
News at 12, tune in for the Broadcast
This is how we live in the executive class
Martin Luther King
In the executive class
Malcolm X
In the executive class
Booker T Washington
In the executive class
Marcus Garvey
Listen up, I think it’s time for you to know
Together with the rest of the world that I’m foe
I’m here to tell the factss, double X is tax
And I’ma proof it on wax
We’re about to make that move just like
Demonstrating status of my repertore
I boogey to the end, the mic’s my friend
And I can tell the line without halfstepping
Forget about the talk, can you walk the walk?
If not and you’re scared, then get a dog
Sugar Ray’s complete with, I’m far from sweetness
Jokers are forced to keep wondering
How the Sugar daddy can do it without blundering
I’m letting you know I’m like Tyson
Putting suckers heads to bed because I’m nice
And I’m holding, so Jockeys holler at
'Cause the rules are strict in the executive class
Louis Farrakhan
In the executive class
Coretta Scott King
In the executive class
Nelson Mandela
In the executive class
In the executive class
The executive class, that’s the thing
And I’m all about bringing it crystal clean
Funky fresh I don’t fess, I progress
Each and everyday but never the last
I radiate state to state and come straight
Compared to Sugar Ray, you’re a lightweight
Lost inside the sauce with no remorse
Tossed like a salad now who’s the boss, huh?
I got stock combined with fridges so stop wishing it
Sneak off cause I’m dissing
Those who choose to pop shit, forget it
I crash and mash it when I’m done that’s it
One by one my son, try to get some
And word is bond, you can suck on your thumb
I can take a rapper and read him like right on
And rock a block party all night until dawn
The end I thought to verbally smash em
Freaks a tip, the executive class
Jesse Jackson
In the executive class
Frederick Douglass
In the executive class
Harriet Tubman
In the executive class
Dr Charles Drew
In the executive class
To keep it in the family I want to send
This one out to my brothers Reggie Reg and Easy A chilling heart
I also want to say peace to my main man, Peter Born
And to the super producer Mel-O Mell, Chillin
In the executive class