Executive Class - Double XX Posse

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

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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