Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Inspectah

Allow me to demonstrate the of Shaolin
The special of shadowboxing

Poisonous, poisonous (word word)
I should 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, smash ya
in half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the
First class leavin mics a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when blast
Run fast, comes the verbal assaulta
runnin wild like a child in a walker
I scored from the inner slums
And my thoughts are sharp I sliced the mic from the cord
First criticize, but now they have become
mentally paralyzed hits that 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 to keep it real
Caesar black hoodied up and fatigues
Part time minor leagues 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. Tony

Yo, you carat gold slum computer wizard
Tappin inside my rap vein blizzards
Do I like the for ice trife like botta digits
Gorillas injected strength of eighty midgets
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic
Let my in, niggaz gaspin swallowin aspirins
What a dosage, you in rap
High explosives my post-its hypnotize with
I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born
Record-breaking the Thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket
Float like dope killer is what I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, pens and like shakespeare
When I fuck I grab hair, drawers as souveneirs
Fuck yeah, my crew down beers
My career is on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any lame ass
Who try to front, get and passed like leathers
Whatever hot hardheads get shattered mirrors
shots splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps deal with graphic
Blew my family in mansions
If rap was crack, fully I be tour cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap drug
Village niggaz get slapped in
for rappin, big Ghost steps off

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

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

Sit back relax, fake niggaz don't get
Watch me massage ya brain slang that's king
Projects filled with young men cause
Who is Thousand dollar chains and techs
Focus, the brokest niggaz of life
These mics is like cocaine Sun, check the suicidal 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
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact just
Tie up, ya black Nike's and hats
Corners, surrounded with foreigners
Whattup dread? Feds you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, to jail niggaz with charges
Unify layin in the with La
My done ran from Japan to Atlanta, with stamina
and gamblers, and gram handlers
Tical the Isle, so God, let's get steamed
Infrared yo' Beem, so seek nuff respect
Rude you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro like tar
the fly shit and stay shinin and
the RZA pours beats than Cristal's fine wine
raps go to black
with 50 other on the other side of the map
Knew it's all good and all done what, we some
Mike Tyson of rap shit, pullin out Macs for fun

Four: The Genius/GZA 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 microphone
I catch bodies with cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained like
I facts, my sword is an axe
to split invisible, like dope fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody
How we move wolfs in sheep clothes
Producin data, or software
Undaground and off air, the Land of the
Notorious henchman the North
Strikin niggaz the Mason-Dixon line crossed