It's B-Boy punk rock 2001
Peckerwood stats classic, like slim pickins
I'ma said it like Pun in the house of fun
You see this type of shit happens everyday
And shit gets hectic if you disrespecting
X-Ecutioner style
Stiller than night, I'ma see my light
Emcee am I, people call me Ev
Got all your cars bouncin' like a bunch of Mexicans
Check it out y'all
With high resolution in the late pm
Check it out y'all
It's just one emcee and four DJ's
X-Men keep winnin'
Check it out y'all
Got tints on my windows, so you can't see in
X-Men scratch the beat while I drop this gem
It goes one for the thugs, two for the chickens
X-Men keep winnin'
You know it ain't right but yo it's okay
'Cause see this type of shit happens everyday
When I'm bustin' up the party, hear my engine rev
It's B-Boy punk rock 2001
Got a gun, ain't a Uzi but it weighs a ton
Whitey Ford
Pack it up, pack it in, baby, once again
On the top of the Marquee kid, bill me right
No way to wreck me
Ain't no way to check me
X-Men keep winnin'
Give us six turntables and a mic to blaze
Fuck the Democrats and Republicans
You claim to keep it real but still comin' out phony
It's B-Boy punk rock 2001
I burn hotter than the heat, that's made by sun
Porter rock style, I'll touch you like Tony
World keeps spinnin'
It's B-Boy punk rock 2001
You know this type of shit happens everyday
