Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Deck

me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin
The technique of shadowboxing

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

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

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

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

Yo, you fourteen carat slum computer wizard
Tappin inside my rap vein blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice trife like digits
Gorillas injected with strength of midgets
The spins ruins, rap exotic blends
Let my in, niggaz gaspin swallowin aspirins
a dosage, you overdosed in rap
High explosives my post-its hypnotize hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Born Killers
the album Thriller
Now access the jig who has and rocket launchers
Float dope killer bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, pens and like shakespeare
When I fuck I hair, collect drawers as souveneirs
yeah, my crew down German beers
My career is based on guns, throwin in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and passed leathers
Whatever hot get shattered like mirrors
shots 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 kingpin of the rap traffickin
niggaz get slapped in Manhattan
for rappin, big Ghost off laffin

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

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

Sit relax, fake niggaz don't get turns
Watch me massage ya brain slang that's king
filled with young men cause threats
Who is that? Thousand dollar chains and
Focus, the brokest of life shit
These mics is like cocaine Sun, check the hype shit
Exchange mad blunts taste the
up on fakes outta state for cakes
No doubt, plus amount, we making dough off of
fifty on the Land and Allah, it's like that
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of just adapt
Tie up, ya black Nike's and tight
Corners, stay surrounded with
Whattup dread? Feds you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to niggaz with charges
Unify layin in the guard La
My Clan done ran from to Atlanta, with stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and handlers
like the Isle, so God, let's get steamed
Infrared guard yo' Beem, so seek nuff
Rude bwoy you bet, it movin par shallah
Pro black tar
the fly shit and stay shinin and
the RZA pours more than 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 what, we want some
Mike Tyson of this rap shit, 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 with shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained like
I bomb facts, my is an axe
to split invisible, like dope fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and knows
How we move like wolfs in clothes
Producin data, or software
Undaground and off air, the Land of the
Notorious from the North
Strikin niggaz where the Mason-Dixon crossed