Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Executive Class, artist - Double XX Posse.
Date of issue: 03.08.1992
Song language: English
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 |