Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Deck

me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin
The special of shadowboxing

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

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

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

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

Yo, you fourteen carat gold computer wizard
Tappin inside my rap causes blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice trife like botta
Gorillas injected with strength of eighty
The Earth spins ruins, rap blends
Let my peeps in, niggaz swallowin aspirins
a dosage, you overdosed in rap
High explosives my hypnotize with hypnosis
I goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers
Record-breaking the album
Now access the jig who has and rocket launchers
Float dope killer bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, pens and gear like
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, any lame ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and like leathers
hot hardheads get shattered like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter your goose, ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with
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 steps off laffin

(Were you just the Wu-Tang school method against me?
I've learned so 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 slang that's
Projects filled young men cause threats
Who is Thousand dollar chains and techs
Focus, the brokest niggaz of life
These mics is like cocaine Sun, check the hype shit
Exchange mad blunts the sweepstakes
up on fakes outta state for cakes
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we dough off of
Puttin fifty on the Land and Allah, it's that
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of just adapt
Tie up, ya black Nike's and tight
Corners, stay surrounded with
Whattup Feds caught 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
and gamblers, and gram handlers
Tical like the Isle, so God, 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 more beats than Cristal's fine
Concrete go to black
with 50 other on the other side of the map
Knew all good and all done what, we want some
Mike Tyson of rap shit, pullin out Macs for fun

Verse Four: The a.k.a. Maximillion

The don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And shown when my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch bodies cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em like potties
I bomb facts, my is an axe
to split backs invisible, like dope fiend
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody
How we move wolfs in sheep clothes
data, microchips or software
Undaground and off air, the of the Lost
henchman from the North
Strikin niggaz where the Mason-Dixon crossed