Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Deck

Allow me to the skill of Shaolin
The technique of shadowboxing

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

Verse Inspectah Deck a.k.a. Rebel INS

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

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

Yo, you fourteen carat gold computer wizard
Tappin inside my rap causes blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice like botta digits
Gorillas injected with strength of midgets
The Earth ruins, rap exotic blends
Let my peeps in, gaspin swallowin aspirins
a dosage, you overdosed in rap
High explosives my post-its hypnotize with
I sell goods, my whole is on the run like Natural Born Killers
the album Thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and launchers
Float like dope killer bees is what I
Ya entrepeneur, pens and like shakespeare
I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souveneirs
Fuck yeah, my crew German beers
My career is on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, any lame ass competitor
Who try to front, get and passed like leathers
Whatever hot get shattered like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter your goose, ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal graphic
my family overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, fully I be tour cats
Tax the of the rap drug traffickin
Village niggaz get in Manhattan
for rappin, big Ghost off laffin

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

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

Sit back relax, fake niggaz don't get
Watch me massage ya brain with slang king
Projects filled young men cause threats
Who is that? Thousand dollar and techs
Focus, the brokest niggaz of life
mics is like cocaine Sun, check the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad taste the sweepstakes
up on fakes outta state for cakes
No doubt, nobody amount, we making dough off of
Puttin fifty on the Land and Allah, it's that
ya shoes up black, matta of fact just adapt
Tie up, ya black Nike's and tight
Corners, surrounded with foreigners
Whattup dread? Feds you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail niggaz with
Unify layin in the guard La
My Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta, with
Clingers and gamblers, and gram
Tical like the Isle, so God, let's get
Infrared guard yo' Beem, so nuff respect
bwoy you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro like tar
Designin the fly shit and stay and
the RZA more beats than Cristal's fine wine
Concrete go to black
50 other niggaz on the other side of the map
Knew it's all good and all done what, we want
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 it's shown my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I bodies with cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained potties
I bomb facts, my is an axe
to split backs invisible, like dope fiend
the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody knows
How we move like wolfs in clothes
Producin data, microchips or
Undaground and off air, the of the Lost
Notorious henchman the North
Strikin niggaz the Mason-Dixon line crossed