Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Inspectah

Allow me to the skill of Shaolin
The special 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 One: Inspectah a.k.a. Rebel INS

Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya
in half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the
First class mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns
Run fast, comes the verbal assaulta
Rhymes runnin wild like a in a walker
I scored from the slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor sharp I the mic from the cord
First they criticize, but now have become
paralyzed 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 down hoodied up and fatigues
Part time minor leagues third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull
then guard you, and bust through 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 with strength of eighty midgets
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic
Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin swallowin
a dosage, you overdosed in rap
High explosives my post-its with hypnosis
I sell goods, my Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers
the album Thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and launchers
like dope killer bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, pens and like shakespeare
When I fuck I hair, collect drawers as souveneirs
Fuck yeah, my crew down German
My career is based on guns, throwin cats in
Etcetera, damage any lame ass
Who try to front, get broken and like leathers
hot hardheads get shattered like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs with graphic
my family overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, fully packed I be cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap drug
Village niggaz get slapped in
for rappin, big steps off laffin

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

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

Sit back relax, fake niggaz don't get
Watch me massage ya with slang that's king
Projects filled young men cause threats
Who is that? dollar chains and techs
Focus, the brokest of life shit
These mics is cocaine Sun, check the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad blunts the sweepstakes
Keepin up on outta state for cakes
No doubt, plus amount, we making dough off of
Puttin fifty on the and Allah, it's like that
ya shoes up black, matta of fact just adapt
Tie up, ya black Nike's and tight
Corners, stay with foreigners
Whattup dread? caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to niggaz with charges
Unify layin in the with La
My Clan ran from Japan to Atlanta, with stamina
and gamblers, and gram handlers
Tical the Isle, so God, let's get steamed
Infrared guard yo' Beem, so seek respect
Rude you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro black tar
Designin the fly and stay shinin and
the RZA pours more beats Cristal's fine wine
Concrete raps go to
with 50 niggaz on the other side of the map
it's all good and all done what, we want some
Mike Tyson of rap shit, pullin out Macs for fun

Verse Four: The a.k.a. Maximillion

The don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And it's shown when my hands grip the chrome
Verbally I catch bodies with cordless
Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained potties
I facts, my sword is an axe
to split backs invisible, like 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 henchman the North
Strikin niggaz where the Mason-Dixon crossed