Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Inspectah

me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin
The special of shadowboxing

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

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

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

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

Yo, you fourteen gold slum computer wizard
Tappin inside my rap causes blizzards
Do I like the for ice trife like botta digits
injected with strength of eighty midgets
The Earth spins ruins, rap blends
Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin swallowin
What a dosage, you in rap
High explosives my post-its hypnotize with
I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run Natural Born Killers
the album Thriller
Now the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers
Float like dope killer is what I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, and gear like shakespeare
When I fuck I 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
Whatever hot hardheads get shattered like
Beretta shots your goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps deal with graphic
my family overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, packed I be tour cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap traffickin
Village niggaz get slapped in
for rappin, big steps off laffin

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

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

Sit back relax, fake don't get turns
Watch me massage ya brain slang that's king
Projects filled with young men threats
Who is Thousand dollar chains and techs
Focus, the brokest niggaz of shit
These mics is like cocaine Sun, check the suicidal hype
Exchange mad blunts the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes outta for cakes
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we dough off of
fifty on the Land and Allah, it's like that
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact just
Tie up, ya black Nike's and hats
Corners, stay with foreigners
Whattup dread? Feds caught you for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail niggaz with
Unify in the guard with La
My Clan done ran from to Atlanta, with stamina
and gamblers, and gram handlers
Tical like the Isle, so God, let's get
guard yo' Beem, so seek nuff respect
Rude bwoy you bet, it movin par shallah
Pro like tar
Designin the fly shit and stay and
the RZA pours more than Cristal's fine wine
Concrete raps go to
with 50 other niggaz on the other of the map
Knew it's all good and all done what, we want
Mike Tyson of this rap shit, pullin out for fun

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

The nigga get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And it's shown when my grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch bodies with cordless
Intriguin emcees, I em trained like potties
I facts, my sword is an axe
to split backs invisible, like dope fiend
Sky's the limit, are timid, and nobody knows
How we move wolfs in sheep clothes
Producin data, or software
and off air, the Land of the Lost
Notorious from the North
Strikin niggaz where the line crossed