Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Deck

me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin
The special technique of

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

Verse Inspectah Deck a.k.a. Rebel INS

Poisonous paragraphs, ya phonograph
in half, it be the Deck on the warpath
First leavin mics with a cast
Causin ruckus the aftermath when guns blast
Run fast, here comes the assaulta
Rhymes runnin like 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 with hits that I devise
Now I testify, the is I, Rebel INS
Ya highness, blessed to
voltage of an eel, truth that I reveal'll
crush the who screamed to keep it real
black down hoodied up and fatigues
Part minor leagues receive third degrees
like a wolf pack, once I pull back
then guard you, and bust through like a

Verse Ghostface Killer a.k.a. Tony Starks

Yo, you fourteen carat gold computer wizard
Tappin inside my rap vein blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice like botta digits
Gorillas with strength of eighty midgets
The Earth spins ruins, rap blends
Let my peeps in, gaspin swallowin aspirins
a dosage, you overdosed in rap
High explosives my post-its hypnotize hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole 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 I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, pens and like shakespeare
When I I grab hair, collect drawers as souveneirs
Fuck yeah, my crew down German
My career is based on guns, throwin cats in
Etcetera, any lame ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and passed leathers
hot hardheads get shattered like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter ya
Say never chumps crumbs deal with graphic
Blew my overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, packed I be tour cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap drug
niggaz get slapped in Manhattan
for rappin, big steps off laffin

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

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

Sit back relax, niggaz don't get turns
Watch me massage ya with slang that's king
Projects filled with young men threats
Who is that? Thousand dollar and techs
Focus, the brokest niggaz of shit
These mics is like cocaine Sun, the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad blunts the sweepstakes
Keepin up on outta state for cakes
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we making 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 foreigners
Whattup dread? caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to niggaz with charges
Unify layin in the with La
My Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta, stamina
and gamblers, and gram handlers
Tical like the Isle, so God, let's get
Infrared guard yo' Beem, so seek respect
Rude bwoy you bet, keep it par shallah
Pro like tar
Designin the fly and stay shinin and
the RZA pours more beats than Cristal's wine
Concrete raps go to
with 50 niggaz on the other side of the map
Knew it's all good and all done what, we want
Mike Tyson of this rap shit, 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 cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained like
I bomb facts, my is an axe
to split invisible, like dope fiend tracks
the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody knows
How we move like in sheep clothes
data, microchips or software
Undaground and off air, the of the Lost
henchman from the North
Strikin niggaz where the line crossed