Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Inspectah

Allow me to demonstrate the of Shaolin
The technique of shadowboxing

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

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

Poisonous paragraphs, ya phonograph
in half, it be the Inspectah on the warpath
First class leavin mics with a
Causin ruckus like the when guns blast
Run fast, here comes the verbal
Rhymes runnin wild like a 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 have become
mentally paralyzed with that I devise
Now I testify, the rest is I, INS
Ya highness, to electrify
voltage of an eel, truth that I reveal'll
crush the who screamed to keep it real
Caesar black down up and fatigues
Part time minor leagues receive third
Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull
then guard you, and bust through like a

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

Yo, you fourteen carat slum computer wizard
Tappin my rap vein causes blizzards
Do I the kills for ice trife like botta digits
Gorillas injected with of eighty midgets
The Earth spins ruins, rap blends
Let my in, niggaz gaspin swallowin aspirins
a dosage, you overdosed in rap
High my post-its hypnotize with hypnosis
I sell goods, my Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers
Record-breaking the Thriller
Now access the jig who has and rocket launchers
Float like dope killer bees is I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, pens and like shakespeare
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as
Fuck yeah, my crew down beers
My career is based on guns, throwin cats in
Etcetera, damage any ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and passed like
Whatever hot hardheads get shattered mirrors
Beretta shots your goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs with graphic
Blew my family overseas in
If rap was crack, fully packed I be tour
Tax the kingpin of the rap traffickin
Village niggaz get slapped in
for rappin, big steps off laffin

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

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

Sit back relax, fake niggaz get turns
Watch me massage ya brain with that's king
Projects with young men cause threats
Who is that? Thousand chains and techs
Focus, the brokest niggaz of life
These mics is like cocaine Sun, check the suicidal shit
Exchange mad taste the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes outta for cakes
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we making off of
Puttin fifty on the Land and Allah, it's like
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of just adapt
Tie up, ya black Nike's and tight
Corners, stay surrounded with
Whattup dread? caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail niggaz charges
layin in the guard with La
My Clan ran from Japan to Atlanta, with stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and gram
like the Isle, so God, let's get steamed
Infrared guard yo' Beem, so nuff respect
Rude bwoy you bet, it movin par shallah
Pro black tar
the fly shit and stay shinin and
the RZA pours beats than Cristal's fine wine
Concrete raps go to
with 50 other niggaz on the side of the map
Knew it's all good and all done what, we some
Mike of this rap shit, pullin out Macs for fun

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

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