Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Inspectah

Allow me to demonstrate the skill of
The technique of shadowboxing

Poisonous, (word word word)
I slap 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

paragraphs, smash ya phonograph
in half, it be the Deck on the warpath
First class leavin mics with a
Causin like 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 rest is I, INS
Ya highness, blessed to
with voltage of an eel, truth that I
crush the amateurs who to keep it real
Caesar black down up and fatigues
Part minor leagues receive third degrees
like a wolf pack, once I pull back
then guard you, and through like a fullback

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

Yo, you fourteen carat gold computer wizard
Tappin inside my rap vein causes
Do I like the kills for ice trife like digits
Gorillas injected with strength of eighty
The Earth ruins, rap exotic blends
Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin swallowin
What a dosage, you in rap
High explosives my hypnotize with hypnosis
I goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers
Record-breaking the Thriller
Now the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers
Float like dope bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, and gear like shakespeare
When I fuck I grab hair, drawers as souveneirs
Fuck yeah, my crew down German
My career is based on guns, throwin in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any ass competitor
Who try to front, get and passed like leathers
hot hardheads get shattered like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter your goose, ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs with graphic
Blew my family in mansions
If rap was crack, fully packed I be cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap drug
niggaz get slapped in Manhattan
for rappin, big Ghost off laffin

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

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

Sit back relax, fake don't get turns
Watch me ya brain with slang that's king
filled with young men cause threats
Who is that? Thousand dollar and techs
Focus, the brokest of life shit
These mics is like Sun, check the suicidal hype shit
mad blunts taste the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes 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 fact just
Tie up, ya black Nike's and hats
Corners, stay with foreigners
Whattup dread? caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail niggaz with
layin in the guard with La
My Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta, with
Clingers and gamblers, and gram
like the Isle, so God, let's get steamed
Infrared yo' Beem, so seek nuff respect
Rude you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro black tar
Designin the fly and stay shinin and
the RZA more beats than Cristal's fine wine
raps go to black
with 50 niggaz on the other side of the map
Knew it's all and all done what, we want some
Tyson of this rap shit, pullin out Macs for fun

Verse The Genius/GZA a.k.a. Maximillion

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