Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Deck

Allow me to the skill of Shaolin
The technique of shadowboxing

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

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

Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya
in half, it be the Inspectah on the warpath
First class leavin mics with a
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when blast
Run fast, comes the verbal assaulta
Rhymes runnin wild like a 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 voltage of an eel, truth I reveal'll
crush the who screamed to keep it real
black down hoodied up and fatigues
Part time minor receive third degrees
Attack a wolf 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 computer wizard
inside my rap vein causes blizzards
Do I the kills for ice trife like botta digits
injected with strength of eighty midgets
The spins ruins, rap exotic blends
Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin aspirins
a dosage, you overdosed in rap
High my post-its hypnotize with hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born
the album Thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket
Float like dope killer is what I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, pens and like shakespeare
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as
Fuck yeah, my crew down German
My career is based on guns, cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and like leathers
Whatever hot get shattered like mirrors
shots splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps deal with graphic
Blew my overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, packed I be tour cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap traffickin
Village niggaz get in Manhattan
for rappin, big Ghost steps off

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

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

Sit back relax, niggaz don't get turns
Watch me massage ya brain with that's king
Projects filled with young men cause
Who is that? dollar chains and techs
Focus, the brokest niggaz of life
These mics is like Sun, check the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad blunts the sweepstakes
Keepin up on outta state for cakes
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we making 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, stay surrounded foreigners
Whattup Feds caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, to jail niggaz with charges
layin in the guard with La
My done 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 seek respect
bwoy you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro like tar
the fly shit and stay shinin and
the RZA pours more beats than Cristal's wine
Concrete go to black
with 50 niggaz on the other side 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 don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And it's shown when my hands grip the microphone
Verbally I catch bodies with shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em like potties
I bomb facts, my is an axe
to backs invisible, like dope fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody
How we move like in sheep clothes
Producin data, microchips or
Undaground and off air, the of the Lost
Notorious from the North
Strikin niggaz where the Mason-Dixon crossed