Excel may refer to:
Excel is a punk/metal fusion band from Venice, California founded in 1983 by singer Dan Clements and guitarist Adam Siegel. They were influenced by famous 70's punk rock musicians like The Germs and Black Flag, and heavy metal bands like Black Sabbath, Trouble, Slayer, Corrosion of Conformity and Cryptic Slaughter. They were also influenced by street art, Excel is known for painting graffiti on the streets of the cities where they make their tours, therefore there are many different logos of the band.
Excel came out of the West Side Los Angeles punk scene as did many others California like No Mercy, Beowülf, Suicidal Tendencies and Cryptic Slaughter, and sometimes with other performers on the thrash metal scene like Testament, Overkill and Megadeth.
Excel has recorded three studio albums, three split albums, five demos, three singles and two live albums; the band broke up in 1995 but in 2001 they released new versions of their first two albums:Split Image and The Joke's on You, with some bonus tracks. In August 2009 they edited a special collection of eight DVDs of their tours around Europe and L.A. and published them on their official MySpace. As of January 2012, Excel has reformed.
Seeking Refuge is the third and final album by Excel. It was released in 1995 and is the follow-up to their critically acclaimed album The Joke's on You (1989).
Some of the material on this album was originally demoed/recorded as early as 1991 while Excel began writing The Joke's on You's follow-up. Due to members being involved in their own activities at the time, Seeking Refuge was set aside for a number of years before finally being completed in 1995. The band shows quite a change in musical style with a stoner metal sound.
Seeking Refuge is also the only Excel album not recorded with their "classic" line-up.
Like other Excel albums, the album is out of print. The only single off this album was "Unenslaved".
* Chorus
(Repeat twice)
We don't get down like dat
Even though it might look it might sound like dat
Nigga you can fuck around and get down like dat
Fo' real.Fo' real
[First verse]
Sittin' in the back….hella quiet
Eye's hidden with the hat
Silent but violent is how he act's
Only word's said "I'll be back"
Even the fatigues are black
With the tree's n' the gatt
Fifty gee's in the 'lac
Smellin' the sack
Find a nice little rat n' probably never come back
Be circlein' her house like "where-ever her at?"
Other than that a nigga stay, smotherin' rat's
All in her cat even if she motherin' dat
Dis' E.S.O.O.G. sippin' VSOP in the V.I.P
But now he know in the E.S.O
They doh'wanna seize (see's?) you all in the G.S.four
Heat in the trunk bad bitch n' she in some pump's
While you a hop skip n' a jump from being a punk
Or put his 85 Fleet up on your lawn n' snatch up your first born
Like Elle Anne or Jean Benet n' see you on your way
Everything you love it could be gone today
Eh I'm psycho alpha crazy disco
What, a brother know?
Than again what a bitch know?
Shit's so easy for the schizo get dough flip mo'
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Chorus
(Repeat twice)
Eh we don't get down like dat
Even though it might look or might sound like dat
Nigga you can fuck around and get down like dat
Fo' real.Fo' real
[Second verse]
Just because I got my own C.D. n' bitch's be on my lyric's like ecstasy
You can catch me (Uwe?) n' E Fee (check shout out's) in a S.U.V
With bitch's lookin' at us like "rescue me!"
Manipulatin' women, that's my speciality
So that could be me in the Lex two gee
And next to me a stallion talkin' 'bout sex
Nigga I'm a do my thang wit' you if I hang wit you
If I ain't wit chu I'm aimin' for brain tissue
When nigga's who came with you think I'm playin' games wit you
I aimmm n' hit you with the same pistol
I ain't a killer n' premeditated murder undereducated.
And don't get away wit it, be pointin', the finger like "Dey did it!"
A nigga snitch went bitch real game wit it
I freak a flow just to play wit it
Just like I play wit ho's intelligence n' tell a bitch I'm celibate
Just for the hell of it
Didn't like smell of it
She highly upset
I'm highly intelligent
Buildin' on future development
The hardest emcee's out are now delicate
Rap voyeur
Wit slap for ya
Tha' warrior Dela Hoya
Swingin' wit no feeling's for ya
Chorus
(Repeat three times)
Eh we don't get down like dat
Even though it might look or might sound like dat
Nigga you can fuck around and get down like dat
Fo' real.Fo' real
Final chorus
(Slightly changed)
Eh Eh we don't fuck around like dat
Even though it might look it might sound like dat
Nigga you can fuck around and get down like dat
Fo' real. Fo' real