Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Deck

Allow me to demonstrate the of Shaolin
The special of shadowboxing

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

Verse Inspectah Deck 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 guns blast
Run fast, here the verbal assaulta
Rhymes wild like a child in a walker
I scored the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor sharp I the mic from the cord
they criticize, but now they have become
mentally paralyzed hits that I devise
Now I testify, the is I, Rebel INS
Ya highness, blessed to
with voltage of an eel, that I reveal'll
the amateurs who screamed to keep it real
Caesar black down up and fatigues
Part minor leagues receive third degrees
like a wolf pack, once I pull back
then guard you, and bust through a fullback

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

Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum wizard
inside my rap vein causes blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice trife botta digits
Gorillas injected with of eighty midgets
The spins ruins, rap exotic blends
Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin swallowin
a dosage, you overdosed 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 rocket
Float like dope killer bees is what I
Ya entrepeneur, and gear like shakespeare
When I fuck I grab hair, collect as souveneirs
yeah, my crew down German beers
My career is on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and passed like
Whatever hot hardheads get shattered mirrors
Beretta shots splatter goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with
my family overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, fully packed I be cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap traffickin
Village niggaz get in Manhattan
for rappin, big Ghost steps off

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

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

Sit back relax, fake niggaz get turns
me massage ya brain with slang that's king
Projects filled with men cause threats
Who is that? Thousand dollar and techs
Focus, the brokest niggaz of life
mics is like cocaine Sun, check the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad blunts the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes outta for cakes
No doubt, plus amount, we making dough off of
Puttin fifty on the Land and Allah, like that
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact adapt
Tie up, ya black Nike's and tight
Corners, stay surrounded foreigners
Whattup dread? Feds caught you for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail niggaz with
layin in the guard with La
My Clan ran from Japan to Atlanta, with stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and gram
Tical like the Isle, so God, let's get
Infrared guard yo' Beem, so nuff respect
bwoy you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro like tar
Designin the fly shit and shinin and
the RZA pours more beats than fine wine
Concrete raps go to
with 50 other niggaz on the other of the map
Knew it's all good and all what, we want some
Tyson of this rap shit, pullin out Macs for fun

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

The nigga don't get mad, I got mad of my own
And it's when my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch bodies with cordless
emcees, I keep em trained like potties
I bomb facts, my is an axe
to backs invisible, like dope fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and knows
How we move wolfs in sheep clothes
data, microchips or software
Undaground and off air, the of the Lost
Notorious from the North
niggaz where the Mason-Dixon line crossed