Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Inspectah

Allow me to the skill of Shaolin
The technique of shadowboxing

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

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

Poisonous paragraphs, ya phonograph
in half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the
First class leavin mics with a
Causin like the aftermath when guns blast
Run fast, here comes the assaulta
Rhymes wild like a child in a walker
I from the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor sharp I the mic from the cord
First criticize, but now they have become
mentally paralyzed with hits I devise
Now I testify, the rest is I, INS
Ya highness, to electrify
with voltage of an eel, that I reveal'll
crush the amateurs who screamed to keep it
Caesar black hoodied up and fatigues
Part time minor leagues 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 carat gold slum computer wizard
Tappin my rap vein causes blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice like botta digits
Gorillas injected 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 hypnotize with hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Born Killers
Record-breaking the album
Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket
Float like dope killer is what I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, and gear like shakespeare
I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souveneirs
Fuck yeah, my crew down beers
My career is based on guns, cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any lame ass
Who try to front, get and passed like leathers
Whatever hot get shattered like mirrors
shots splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with
Blew my overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, fully packed I be cats
Tax the of the rap drug traffickin
Village niggaz get in Manhattan
for rappin, big Ghost steps off

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

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

Sit back relax, fake don't get turns
me massage ya brain with slang that's king
Projects filled with young men cause
Who is that? Thousand dollar chains and
Focus, the niggaz of life shit
These mics is like cocaine Sun, check the suicidal hype
Exchange mad blunts taste the
Keepin up on fakes outta for cakes
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we making off of
Puttin fifty on the Land and Allah, like that
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of just adapt
Tie up, ya Nike's and tight hats
Corners, stay with foreigners
Whattup dread? Feds you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to niggaz with charges
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, get steamed
Infrared guard yo' Beem, so nuff respect
bwoy you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro black tar
Designin the fly and stay shinin and
the RZA pours beats than Cristal's fine wine
Concrete go to black
with 50 niggaz on the other side of the map
Knew all good and all done what, we want some
Mike of this rap shit, pullin out Macs for fun

Verse Four: The a.k.a. Maximillion

The nigga don't get mad, I got mad of my own
And it's shown my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch bodies cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained like
I facts, my sword is an axe
to backs invisible, like dope fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, are timid, and nobody knows
How we like wolfs in sheep clothes
data, microchips or software
Undaground and off air, the of the Lost
henchman from the North
Strikin where the Mason-Dixon line crossed