Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Inspectah

Allow me to demonstrate the of Shaolin
The technique of shadowboxing

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

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

Poisonous paragraphs, ya phonograph
in half, it be the Inspectah on the warpath
class leavin mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns
Run fast, comes the verbal assaulta
Rhymes runnin like a child in a walker
I scored from the inner slums
And my thoughts are razor sharp I sliced the mic from the
First they criticize, but now they have
mentally paralyzed 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
Caesar down hoodied up and fatigues
Part time minor receive third degrees
Attack like a pack, once I pull back
then guard you, and bust through like a

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

Yo, you carat gold slum computer wizard
Tappin my rap vein causes blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice trife like botta
Gorillas injected with strength of eighty
The spins ruins, rap exotic blends
Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin swallowin
What a dosage, you in rap
High explosives my post-its hypnotize with
I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born
Record-breaking the Thriller
Now the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers
Float like dope killer is what I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, pens and like shakespeare
When I fuck I hair, collect drawers as souveneirs
Fuck yeah, my down German beers
My career is on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any lame ass
Who try to front, get broken and like leathers
hot hardheads get shattered like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter ya
Say never poetry crumbs deal with graphic
my family overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, fully I be tour cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap drug
Village niggaz get slapped in
for rappin, big steps off laffin

(Were you using the Wu-Tang school method against me?
I've so many styles, forgive me)

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

Sit relax, fake niggaz don't get turns
me massage ya brain with slang that's king
Projects filled with young men cause
Who is Thousand dollar chains and techs
Focus, the brokest niggaz of shit
These mics is like cocaine Sun, check the suicidal hype
Exchange mad blunts taste the
Keepin up on fakes outta for cakes
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we dough off of
Puttin fifty on the and Allah, it's like that
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact just
Tie up, ya black Nike's and tight
Corners, stay surrounded with
Whattup dread? caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, to jail niggaz with charges
layin in the guard with La
My Clan done ran from to Atlanta, with stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and gram
like the Isle, so God, let's get steamed
Infrared guard yo' Beem, so seek nuff
Rude bwoy you bet, it movin par shallah
Pro black tar
Designin the fly and stay shinin and
the RZA pours more beats than fine wine
raps go to black
with 50 niggaz on the other side of the map
Knew it's all good and all what, we want some
Tyson of this rap shit, pullin out Macs for fun

Verse Four: The Genius/GZA a.k.a.

The don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And it's shown when my hands grip the microphone
Verbally I bodies with cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained potties
I bomb facts, my is an axe
to split backs invisible, dope fiend tracks
the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody knows
How we move wolfs in sheep clothes
data, microchips or software
Undaground and off air, the Land of the
henchman from the North
Strikin niggaz the Mason-Dixon line crossed