Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Inspectah

Allow me to the skill of Shaolin
The technique of shadowboxing

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

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

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

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

Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer
Tappin my rap vein causes blizzards
Do I the kills for ice trife like botta digits
Gorillas injected strength of eighty midgets
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 access the jig who has bombs and launchers
Float like killer bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, pens and gear shakespeare
When I fuck I hair, collect drawers as souveneirs
yeah, my crew down German beers
My career is based on guns, throwin cats in
Etcetera, damage any ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and like leathers
Whatever hot hardheads get like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter your goose, ya feathers
Say never chumps crumbs deal with graphic
Blew my overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, fully I be tour cats
Tax the of the rap drug traffickin
Village niggaz get slapped in
for rappin, big steps off laffin

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

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

Sit back relax, niggaz don't get turns
Watch me massage ya with slang that's king
Projects filled with men cause threats
Who is that? Thousand chains and techs
Focus, the brokest of life shit
These mics is like cocaine Sun, the suicidal hype shit
mad blunts taste the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes state for cakes
No doubt, plus amount, we making dough off of
Puttin fifty on the Land and Allah, like that
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of just adapt
Tie up, ya Nike's and tight hats
Corners, surrounded with foreigners
Whattup Feds caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail niggaz with
Unify layin in the with La
My Clan ran from Japan to Atlanta, with stamina
and gamblers, and gram handlers
Tical like the Isle, so God, let's get
guard yo' Beem, so seek nuff respect
Rude bwoy you bet, keep it movin par
Pro like tar
the fly shit 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 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 don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And shown when my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch with cordless shotties
emcees, I keep em trained like potties
I facts, my sword is an axe
to split backs invisible, like dope tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and knows
How we move like wolfs in clothes
Producin data, or software
Undaground and off air, the Land of the
Notorious from the North
Strikin niggaz where the Mason-Dixon line