Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Inspectah

Allow me to the skill of Shaolin
The special of shadowboxing

Poisonous, (word word word)
I should slap all y'all niggaz for coming in my face with that shit
cool yeah, go ahead man...

Verse One: Deck a.k.a. Rebel INS

Poisonous paragraphs, ya phonograph
in half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the
First class leavin mics a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns
Run fast, here comes the verbal
runnin wild like a child in a walker
I scored from the inner slums
And my thoughts are razor I sliced the mic from the cord
First they criticize, but now they have
mentally paralyzed with hits I devise
Now I testify, the rest is I, INS
Ya highness, blessed to
with voltage of an eel, truth that I
crush the amateurs who screamed to it real
Caesar black down up and fatigues
Part time minor leagues receive degrees
like a wolf pack, once I pull back
then guard you, and bust through a fullback

Two: Ghostface Killer a.k.a. Tony Starks

Yo, you carat gold slum computer wizard
Tappin inside my rap causes blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice like botta digits
injected with strength of eighty midgets
The Earth spins ruins, rap blends
Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin swallowin
What a dosage, you in rap
High explosives my post-its with hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Born Killers
Record-breaking the Thriller
Now the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers
Float like killer bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, pens and gear like
When I fuck I grab hair, collect as souveneirs
Fuck yeah, my crew down German
My is based on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and like leathers
Whatever hot get shattered like mirrors
Beretta splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never chumps crumbs deal with graphic
Blew my overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, fully I be tour cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap traffickin
Village get slapped in Manhattan
for rappin, big Ghost steps off

(Were you just using the school method against me?
I've learned so many styles, me)

Verse Three: Raekwon the a.k.a. Lou Diamonds

Sit back relax, niggaz don't get turns
Watch me massage ya brain with that's king
Projects filled with young men threats
Who is that? Thousand dollar chains and
Focus, the brokest niggaz of life
mics is like cocaine Sun, check the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad blunts the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes outta for cakes
No doubt, plus amount, we making dough off of
Puttin fifty on the Land and Allah, it's like
Pull ya up black, matta of fact just adapt
Tie up, ya Nike's and tight hats
Corners, stay surrounded foreigners
Whattup dread? Feds you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail niggaz with
Unify in the guard with La
My Clan ran from Japan to Atlanta, with stamina
and gamblers, and gram handlers
Tical the Isle, so God, let's get steamed
Infrared yo' Beem, so seek nuff respect
Rude you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro like tar
Designin the fly shit and stay and
the RZA pours more beats than fine wine
Concrete go to black
with 50 other niggaz on the other of the map
Knew it's all good and all done what, we some
Mike Tyson of rap shit, pullin out Macs for fun

Verse The Genius/GZA a.k.a. Maximillion

The nigga get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And shown when my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I bodies with cordless shotties
emcees, I keep em trained like potties
I bomb facts, my is an axe
to split backs invisible, dope fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and knows
How we move like wolfs in sheep
Producin data, microchips or
Undaground and off air, the Land of the
Notorious from the North
Strikin niggaz where the Mason-Dixon line