Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Inspectah

Allow me to the skill of Shaolin
The special technique of

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 One: Inspectah a.k.a. Rebel INS

Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya
in half, it be the Deck on the warpath
First class leavin mics with a
ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast
Run fast, here the verbal assaulta
Rhymes runnin wild a child in a walker
I scored from the inner 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
with voltage of an eel, truth I reveal'll
the amateurs who screamed to keep it real
Caesar black hoodied up and fatigues
Part time minor leagues third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, I pull back
guard you, and bust through like a fullback

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

Yo, you fourteen carat slum computer wizard
Tappin inside my rap vein blizzards
Do I like the for ice trife like botta digits
Gorillas injected with strength of midgets
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic
Let my peeps in, niggaz swallowin aspirins
a dosage, you overdosed in rap
High explosives my post-its with hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Born Killers
Record-breaking the Thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and launchers
Float like killer bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, and gear like shakespeare
When I I grab hair, collect drawers as souveneirs
Fuck yeah, my 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 like mirrors
shots splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal graphic
my family overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, fully packed I be tour
Tax the kingpin of the rap drug
Village niggaz get slapped in
for rappin, big Ghost off laffin

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

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

Sit back relax, niggaz don't get turns
Watch me massage ya brain with that's king
Projects filled with young men threats
Who is that? dollar chains and techs
Focus, the niggaz of life shit
These mics is like cocaine Sun, the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad blunts taste the
Keepin up on fakes outta for cakes
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we dough off of
Puttin fifty on the Land and Allah, like that
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of just adapt
Tie up, ya black and tight hats
Corners, surrounded 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 Japan to Atlanta, stamina
and gamblers, and gram handlers
Tical like the Isle, so God, get steamed
Infrared guard yo' Beem, so seek nuff
bwoy you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro like tar
Designin the fly and stay shinin and
the RZA pours more beats than Cristal's wine
Concrete go to black
with 50 other niggaz on the other of the map
Knew it's all good and all what, we want some
Mike Tyson of rap shit, pullin out Macs for fun

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

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