Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Deck

Allow me to the skill of Shaolin
The technique of shadowboxing

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

Verse Inspectah Deck a.k.a. Rebel INS

Poisonous paragraphs, ya phonograph
in half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the
First class mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns
Run fast, here comes the assaulta
Rhymes runnin wild a child in a walker
I scored from the slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor I sliced the mic from the cord
they criticize, but now they have become
mentally paralyzed with hits that I
Now I testify, the rest is I, INS
Ya highness, blessed to
with of an eel, truth that I reveal'll
crush the amateurs who to keep it real
black down hoodied up and fatigues
Part time minor leagues receive third
Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull
guard you, and bust through like a fullback

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

Yo, you carat gold slum computer wizard
inside my rap vein causes blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice like botta digits
Gorillas injected with strength of eighty
The Earth ruins, rap exotic blends
Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin aspirins
a dosage, you overdosed in rap
High explosives my post-its with hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Killers
Record-breaking the album
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 as souveneirs
Fuck yeah, my down German beers
My career is based on guns, throwin cats in
Etcetera, any lame ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and passed like
Whatever hot hardheads get shattered mirrors
Beretta shots splatter your goose, ya feathers
Say never poetry crumbs deal with graphic
my family 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 off laffin

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

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

Sit relax, fake niggaz don't get turns
Watch me ya brain with slang that's king
Projects filled with men cause threats
Who is Thousand dollar chains and techs
Focus, the niggaz of life shit
These mics is like cocaine Sun, the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad taste the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes state for cakes
No doubt, nobody amount, we making dough off of
Puttin on the Land and Allah, it's like that
Pull ya shoes up black, of fact just adapt
Tie up, ya black Nike's and hats
Corners, surrounded with foreigners
Whattup dread? Feds caught you grudgin for his
But regardless, peace to jail with charges
Unify layin in the guard La
My Clan done ran Japan to Atlanta, with stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and handlers
like the Isle, so God, let's get steamed
Infrared guard yo' Beem, so nuff respect
Rude bwoy you bet, keep it par shallah
Pro black tar
Designin the fly shit and stay and
the RZA pours more beats than Cristal's fine
raps go to black
with 50 other niggaz on the other 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 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
I catch bodies with cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained potties
I facts, my sword is an axe
to backs invisible, like dope fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody
How we like wolfs in sheep clothes
data, microchips or software
Undaground and off air, the of the Lost
Notorious from the North
Strikin where the Mason-Dixon line crossed