Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Deck

me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin
The special technique of

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

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

paragraphs, smash ya phonograph
in half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the
First class leavin mics with a
Causin ruckus the aftermath when guns blast
Run fast, comes the verbal assaulta
Rhymes runnin wild like a in a walker
I scored from the inner slums
And my thoughts are razor I sliced the mic from the cord
First criticize, but now they have become
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 time minor leagues receive degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull
then guard you, and through like a fullback

Verse Ghostface Killer a.k.a. Tony Starks

Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum wizard
Tappin inside my rap vein causes
Do I like the kills for ice trife botta digits
Gorillas injected with strength of eighty
The Earth ruins, rap exotic blends
Let my peeps in, niggaz swallowin aspirins
What a dosage, you in rap
High my post-its hypnotize with hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole is on the run like Natural Born Killers
the album Thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket
Float like dope killer is what I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, and gear like shakespeare
When I I grab hair, collect drawers as souveneirs
Fuck yeah, my crew German beers
My career is based on guns, throwin cats in
Etcetera, damage any ass competitor
Who try to front, get and passed like leathers
Whatever hot hardheads get like mirrors
Beretta shots your goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with
my family overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, packed I be tour cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap drug
niggaz get slapped in Manhattan
for rappin, big Ghost steps off

(Were you just using the Wu-Tang school 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 slang king
Projects filled young men cause threats
Who is that? dollar chains and techs
Focus, the brokest niggaz of life
These mics is like cocaine Sun, the suicidal hype shit
mad blunts taste the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes outta state for
No doubt, plus amount, we making dough off of
Puttin on the Land and Allah, it's like that
Pull ya shoes up black, of fact just adapt
Tie up, ya black Nike's and hats
Corners, stay with foreigners
dread? Feds caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, to jail niggaz with charges
layin in the guard with La
My Clan done ran Japan to Atlanta, with stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and handlers
like the Isle, so God, let's get steamed
Infrared guard yo' Beem, so seek respect
Rude bwoy you bet, keep it movin par
Pro black tar
Designin the fly shit and stay and
the RZA pours more beats than Cristal's fine
Concrete raps go to
with 50 other on the other side of the map
Knew it's all good and all done what, we some
Tyson of this rap shit, pullin out Macs for fun

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

The nigga don't get mad, I got mad of my own
And it's when my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch bodies with shotties
emcees, I keep em trained like potties
I facts, my sword is an axe
to backs invisible, like dope fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, are timid, and nobody knows
How we move like in sheep clothes
data, microchips or software
Undaground and off air, the Land of the
Notorious henchman the North
Strikin niggaz where the line crossed