Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Inspectah

Allow me to the skill of Shaolin
The special 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: Inspectah Deck a.k.a. INS

Poisonous paragraphs, ya phonograph
in half, it be the Deck on the warpath
First class leavin with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath guns blast
Run fast, comes the verbal assaulta
Rhymes runnin wild like a child in a
I scored from the inner slums
And my thoughts are razor I sliced the mic from the cord
First they criticize, but now have become
mentally paralyzed with hits I devise
Now I testify, the rest is I, INS
Ya highness, blessed to
with voltage of an eel, truth I reveal'll
crush the who screamed to keep it real
Caesar black hoodied up and fatigues
Part time minor receive third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, I pull back
then guard you, and bust like a fullback

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

Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum wizard
inside my rap vein causes blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice trife botta digits
Gorillas injected strength of eighty midgets
The Earth spins ruins, rap blends
Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin aspirins
What a dosage, you in rap
High my post-its hypnotize with hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Born Killers
the album Thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket
Float like dope killer is what I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, pens and gear like
When I fuck I hair, collect drawers as souveneirs
Fuck yeah, my crew down beers
My career is on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and passed like
Whatever hot hardheads get like mirrors
shots splatter 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 cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap traffickin
Village 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 Chef a.k.a. Lou

Sit back relax, niggaz don't get turns
Watch me massage ya brain with slang that's
Projects filled young men cause threats
Who is that? Thousand dollar chains and
Focus, the brokest niggaz of life
These mics is like cocaine Sun, check the suicidal hype
Exchange mad blunts the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes outta state for
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 adapt
Tie up, ya Nike's and tight hats
Corners, stay surrounded with
Whattup dread? Feds caught you grudgin for his
But regardless, peace to jail niggaz charges
layin in the guard with La
My Clan done ran from to Atlanta, with stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and handlers
Tical the Isle, so God, let's get steamed
Infrared guard yo' Beem, so nuff respect
Rude bwoy you bet, keep it movin par
Pro black tar
Designin the fly shit and shinin and
the RZA pours more beats Cristal's fine wine
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
Mike Tyson of rap shit, pullin 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 it's shown when my hands the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch bodies with shotties
emcees, I keep em trained like potties
I facts, my sword is an axe
to split backs invisible, like fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody
How we move like wolfs in clothes
data, microchips or software
Undaground and off air, the Land of the
henchman from the North
Strikin where the Mason-Dixon line crossed