Execution Expert (Acapella)

Big Kwam - “Execution Expert”
[Emcee(s): Big Kwam]
[Producer(s): The Creators (Juliano & Si Spex)]
[Scratches: Mr. Thing]

[Intro: Sample with Scratches by Mr. Thing]
“Uh!”

[Verse 1: Big Kwam]
See, now
When I write this precise shit, examine
Device, rip nice with scripts sharp like an icepick
Stand at ease. I make rap parodies, then
Hit close to home like family tragedies
No surprise most rap guys get capsized
Imperial career burial with black ties
Even if they pack toast, hang ‘em high like flag-post
In fact, close to perfection, style milk like lactose
I write from the coronary for the common, every-
-day cat, relay facts from my commentary
Verbals’ll flurry through your hand-blocks, shank cops
Your blank shots couldn’t penetrate my tank-top
Paralysis of cliques’ll follow. Cannabis
Aficionado, wilding like Ja Rule at the Apollo
Show caution when approaching this emotionless vocalist
Observe Kwam as I get my swerve on like motorists

[Hook: Big Kwam] (x2)
When tragedy trap, my faculty rap grammatically fat
Words attack for a salary stack
It had to be that. My net worth could make your neck jerk
Big Kwam, eloquent execution expert

[Verse 2: Big Kwam]
Yo, rap
Lynchpin, foul like phone taps in Sing Sing
Melodic, exotic, verbal narcotic sling king
[?]
Consumers catch flashbacks like name-plates and PUMAs
I’m only here to strike nerds with precise words
Light herb, cold like trife Serbs on an iceberg
Fuck who squeeze gats. Peep my steez, black
Recitals spread vital, giving tracks a relapse
So relax and absorb this remorseless
Style, murderous like mantas crossed with horsefish
While you’re Versace-modeling, I construct
The following scroll to leave your head swollen like collagen
And surgical implants. The literary Rembrandt
Splash your canvas with my pen hand for ten grand
That’s the flat rate for me to bless a fat tape
[?] to make the hardest nigga back break

[Hook: Big Kwam] (x2)
When tragedy trap, my faculty rap grammatically fat
Words attack for a salary stack
It had to be that. My net worth could make your neck jerk
Big Kwam, eloquent execution expert

[Verse 3: Big Kwam]
Raw raps [?] like four gats blazing
Amazing with no hiccups or drawbacks
I’m all that, the dark pharaoh, sparking marrow
I mark your tarot card, barrage squads with ammo
No coincidence sentiment sound belligerent
It’s due to past incidents I come across ignorant
Fucking with fake labels, my creative, long
Metaphor [?] seized up like [?]
Harrowing, so my career unraveling
Still persevere to try to shine like halogen
Weather the storm, sever the corn, now I
Forever perform like [?]
Spread havoc, drop emcees like dead parrots
Swing on beats like Greg Maddux, utilize
My skill as a juvenile with steel. Now I
Grab mics and brutalize to kill

[Outro: Samples with Scratches by Mr. Thing]
“Now do I come off? Yep” - Sample from Big Daddy Kane on Big Daddy Kane ft. Biz Markie - “Just Rhymin’ With Biz” (x3)
“Come off? Yep” - Sample from Big Daddy Kane on Big Daddy Kane ft. Biz Markie - “Just Rhymin’ With Biz” (x2)
“Now do I come off? Yep” - Sample from Big Daddy Kane on Big Daddy Kane ft. Biz Markie - “Just Rhymin’ With Biz” (x2)