Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Inspectah

Allow me to demonstrate the skill of
The technique of shadowboxing

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

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

Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya
in half, it be the Inspectah on the warpath
First class leavin with a cast
Causin like the aftermath when guns blast
Run fast, comes the verbal assaulta
Rhymes runnin wild like a child in a
I scored the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor I sliced the mic from the cord
First they criticize, but now they have
mentally with hits that I devise
Now I testify, the is I, Rebel INS
Ya highness, to electrify
with of an eel, truth that I reveal'll
crush the amateurs who screamed to it real
black down hoodied up and fatigues
Part minor leagues receive third degrees
Attack like a pack, once I pull back
then guard you, and bust like a fullback

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

Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum wizard
Tappin inside my rap vein blizzards
Do I like the for ice trife like botta digits
injected with strength of eighty midgets
The Earth ruins, rap exotic blends
Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin aspirins
a dosage, you overdosed in rap
High explosives my post-its with hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Killers
Record-breaking the Thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and launchers
Float like dope killer bees is what I
Ya entrepeneur, pens and gear like
When I fuck I grab hair, collect as souveneirs
Fuck yeah, my crew down beers
My career is based on guns, cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, any lame ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and like leathers
Whatever hot get shattered like mirrors
shots splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps deal with graphic
Blew my family in mansions
If rap was crack, fully packed I be cats
Tax the of the rap drug traffickin
niggaz get slapped in Manhattan
for rappin, big Ghost steps off

(Were you just using the Wu-Tang school method me?
learned so many styles, forgive me)

Verse Raekwon the Chef a.k.a. Lou Diamonds

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

Verse Four: The a.k.a. Maximillion

The don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And it's shown my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch bodies with shotties
Intriguin emcees, I em trained like potties
I facts, my sword is an axe
to split backs invisible, like dope tracks
Sky's the limit, are timid, and nobody knows
How we move like wolfs in sheep
Producin data, microchips or
Undaground and off air, the of the Lost
Notorious henchman from the
Strikin niggaz where the Mason-Dixon crossed