Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Deck

me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin
The technique of shadowboxing

Poisonous, poisonous (word word)
I should slap all y'all niggaz for coming in my fuckin face that shit
Alright 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 leavin mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when blast
Run fast, here comes the verbal
Rhymes runnin wild a child in a walker
I from the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are sharp I sliced the mic from the cord
First criticize, but now they have become
mentally paralyzed with 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 keep it
Caesar black down hoodied up and
Part time leagues receive third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull
then guard you, and bust like a fullback

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

Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer
inside my rap vein causes blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice trife like digits
Gorillas 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 Natural Born
Record-breaking the Thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket
Float like killer bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, pens and like shakespeare
When I fuck I hair, collect drawers as souveneirs
Fuck yeah, my crew down beers
My career is based on guns, throwin in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and passed leathers
hot hardheads get shattered like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter your goose, ya feathers
Say never chumps crumbs deal with graphic
Blew my family overseas in
If rap was crack, fully I be tour cats
Tax the of the rap drug traffickin
Village get slapped in Manhattan
for rappin, big steps off laffin

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

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

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

Verse 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 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, or software
Undaground and off air, the Land of the
Notorious from the North
Strikin niggaz where the Mason-Dixon crossed