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 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, ya phonograph
in half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the
First class leavin mics a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when blast
Run fast, here the verbal assaulta
Rhymes wild like a child in a walker
I scored from the inner abroad
And my are razor sharp I sliced the mic from the cord
they criticize, but now they 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 that I
crush the amateurs who to keep it real
Caesar black down hoodied up and
time minor leagues 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 like the kills for ice trife botta digits
Gorillas injected strength of eighty midgets
The Earth ruins, rap exotic blends
Let my in, niggaz gaspin swallowin 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 Born Killers
Record-breaking the album
Now the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers
Float dope killer bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, pens and gear shakespeare
When I I grab hair, collect drawers as souveneirs
yeah, my crew down German beers
My career is based on guns, cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and passed like
hot hardheads get shattered like mirrors
Beretta splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry crumbs deal with graphic
Blew my family overseas in
If rap was crack, fully I be tour cats
Tax the of the rap drug traffickin
niggaz get slapped in Manhattan
for rappin, big Ghost off laffin

(Were you just using the Wu-Tang school method me?
learned so many styles, forgive 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 threats
Who is that? Thousand chains and techs
Focus, the brokest niggaz of life
These mics is cocaine Sun, check the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad taste the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes outta state for
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we dough off of
Puttin fifty on the Land and Allah, it's like
Pull ya up black, matta of fact just adapt
Tie up, ya Nike's and tight hats
Corners, stay surrounded foreigners
Whattup dread? Feds you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to niggaz with charges
Unify layin in the with La
My Clan done ran from to Atlanta, with stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and gram
Tical like the Isle, so God, let's get
Infrared guard yo' Beem, so seek respect
Rude bwoy you bet, keep it movin par
Pro black tar
Designin the fly and stay shinin and
the RZA pours more than Cristal's fine wine
raps go to black
with 50 other on the other side of the map
Knew it's all 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 nigga don't get mad, I got mad of my own
And it's shown when my hands grip the microphone
Verbally I catch bodies with cordless
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, are timid, and nobody knows
How we like wolfs in sheep clothes
Producin data, microchips or
and off air, the Land of the Lost
Notorious henchman from the
Strikin niggaz where the Mason-Dixon line