Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Inspectah

Allow me to demonstrate the of Shaolin
The technique of shadowboxing

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

Verse Inspectah Deck 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 the aftermath when guns blast
Run fast, comes the verbal assaulta
Rhymes runnin like a child in a walker
I scored from the inner slums
And my thoughts are razor I sliced the mic from the cord
First criticize, but now they have become
mentally with hits that I devise
Now I testify, the rest is I, INS
Ya highness, to electrify
with voltage of an eel, truth that I
the amateurs who screamed to keep it real
Caesar black hoodied up and fatigues
Part time minor leagues third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull
then guard you, and bust through like a

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

Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer
Tappin inside my rap causes blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice like botta digits
injected with strength of eighty midgets
The Earth ruins, rap exotic blends
Let my peeps in, niggaz swallowin aspirins
What a dosage, you in rap
High my post-its hypnotize with hypnosis
I goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers
the album Thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and launchers
Float like dope killer is what I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, pens and gear shakespeare
When I fuck I grab hair, collect as souveneirs
Fuck yeah, my crew down German
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 get shattered like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never chumps crumbs deal with graphic
Blew my overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, fully packed I be tour
Tax the kingpin of the rap traffickin
Village niggaz get in Manhattan
for rappin, big steps off laffin

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

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

Sit relax, fake niggaz don't get turns
me massage ya brain with slang that's king
Projects filled with young men cause
Who is that? Thousand dollar and techs
Focus, the brokest niggaz of shit
These mics is like cocaine Sun, the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad blunts taste the
Keepin up on fakes outta state for
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we making off of
fifty on the Land and Allah, it's like that
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of just adapt
Tie up, ya Nike's and tight hats
Corners, stay surrounded with
dread? Feds caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to niggaz with charges
layin in the guard with La
My Clan done ran from 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, it movin par shallah
Pro black tar
Designin the fly shit and shinin 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 of this rap shit, pullin out Macs for fun

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

The don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And it's shown my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch bodies cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em like potties
I bomb facts, my is an axe
to split backs invisible, like fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, are timid, and nobody knows
How we move like wolfs in sheep
Producin data, microchips or
Undaground and off air, the of the Lost
Notorious from the North
Strikin niggaz where the Mason-Dixon line