Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Inspectah

me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin
The special of shadowboxing

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

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

paragraphs, smash ya phonograph
in half, it be the Inspectah on the warpath
First class leavin mics a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath guns blast
Run fast, comes the verbal assaulta
Rhymes runnin wild like a in a walker
I from the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are sharp I sliced the mic from the cord
First they criticize, but now have become
mentally paralyzed with hits I devise
Now I testify, the rest is I, INS
Ya highness, to electrify
with of an eel, truth that I reveal'll
crush the amateurs who screamed to keep it
Caesar black down up and fatigues
Part time minor receive third degrees
Attack like a pack, once I pull back
then guard you, and bust like a fullback

Verse Ghostface Killer a.k.a. Tony Starks

Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer
Tappin inside my rap causes blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice trife botta digits
Gorillas injected with strength of eighty
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic
Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin swallowin
What a dosage, you in rap
High my post-its hypnotize with hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run Natural 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, pens and gear shakespeare
When I fuck I grab hair, drawers as souveneirs
yeah, my crew down German beers
My career is based on guns, cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any ass competitor
Who try to front, get and passed like leathers
Whatever hot hardheads get shattered like
Beretta shots splatter your goose, ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal graphic
Blew my family overseas in
If rap was crack, packed I be tour cats
Tax the of the rap drug traffickin
Village niggaz get in Manhattan
for rappin, big steps off laffin

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

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

Sit back relax, fake don't get turns
Watch me massage ya brain with that's king
Projects with young men cause threats
Who is that? dollar chains and techs
Focus, the niggaz of life shit
These mics is like cocaine Sun, check the hype shit
Exchange mad taste the sweepstakes
Keepin up on outta state for cakes
No doubt, plus amount, we making dough off of
Puttin fifty on the Land and Allah, like that
Pull ya up black, matta of fact just adapt
Tie up, ya black Nike's and hats
Corners, stay surrounded foreigners
Whattup Feds caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, to jail niggaz with charges
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, get steamed
Infrared guard yo' Beem, so seek nuff
bwoy you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro like tar
Designin the fly shit and shinin and
the RZA pours more beats than fine wine
raps go to black
with 50 niggaz on the other side of the map
Knew it's all good and all done what, we want
Tyson 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 when my grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch bodies with cordless
Intriguin emcees, I em trained like potties
I bomb facts, my is an axe
to backs invisible, like dope fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and knows
How we move like in sheep clothes
Producin data, microchips or
Undaground and off air, the of the Lost
Notorious henchman from the
Strikin niggaz where the line crossed