Guillotine (Swordz)-Raekwon/Inspectah Deck/Ghostface Killah/GZA

[00:00.00]Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin [00:06.62]The special technique of shadowboxing' [00:10.06]Poisonous, poisonous [00:12.36](Word, word, word) [00:13.20]I should slap all y'all niggaz for comin' [00:14.53]In my nigga' face with that bullshit [00:16.10]Alright cool yeah, go ahead man [00:24.96]Poisonous [00:27.63]Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya phonograph [00:30.09]In half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath [00:32.47]First class leavin' mics with a cast [00:34.81]Causin' ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast [00:37.40]Run fast, here comes the verbal assaulta [00:39.56]Rhymes runnin' wild like a child in a walker [00:42.16]I scored from the inner slums abroad [00:44.38]And my thoughts are razor sharp I sliced the mic from the cord [00:46.96]First they criticize, but now they have become [00:49.16]Mentally paralyzed with hits that I devise [00:51.49]Now I testify, the rest is I, Rebel in S [00:54.31]Ya highness, blessed to electrify [00:56.29]With voltage of an eel, truth that I reveal'll [00:58.82]Rush the amateurs who screamed to keep it real [01:01.10]Caesar black down hoodied up and fatigues [01:03.46]Part time minor leagues receive third degrees [01:05.86]Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull back [01:08.43]Then guard you, and bust through like a fullback [01:10.56]Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer wizard [01:13.06]Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards [01:15.37]Do I like the kills for ice trife like botta digits [01:17.86]Gorillas injected with strength of eighty midgets [01:20.27]The Earth spins, ruins, rap exotic blends [01:22.46]Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin' swallowin' aspirins [01:25.31]What a dosage, you overdosed in rap [01:27.18]High explosives my post-its hypnotize with hypnosis [01:29.81]I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers [01:33.36]Record-breakin' the album Thriller [01:34.98]Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers [01:37.06]Float like **** killer bees is what I sponsor [01:39.28]Ya entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare [01:41.66]When I ****, I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs [01:44.16]**** yeah, my crew down German beers [01:46.27]My career is based on guns, throwin' cats in wheelchairs [01:48.75]Etcetera, damage any lame ass competitor [01:51.23]Who try to front, get broken and passed like leathers [01:53.89]Whatever hot hard heads get shattered like mirrors [01:56.16]Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers [01:58.67]Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic [02:00.99]Blew my family overseas in mansions [02:03.16]If rap was crack, fully packed I be tour cats [02:05.56]Tax the kingpin of the rap drug traffickin' [02:08.16]Village niggaz get slapped in Manhattan [02:10.46]For rappin', big Ghost steps off laffin' [02:15.11]Were you just using [02:16.06]The Wu-Tang school method against me? [02:18.07]I've learned so many styles, forgive me [02:21.96]Sit back relax, fake niggaz don't get turns [02:24.56]Watch me massage ya brain with slang that's king [02:26.97]Projects filled with young men 'cause threats [02:29.15]Who is that? Thousand dollar chains and techs [02:31.22]Focus, the brokest assholes of life ****it [02:32.86]These mics is like ****ing Sun, check the suicidal hype ****it [02:36.52]Exchange mad blunts taste the sweepstakes [02:38.29]Keepin' up on fakes outta state for cakes [02:40.75]No doubt, plus nobody amount, we makin' dough off of [02:43.90]Puttin' fifty on the Land and Allah, it's like that [02:46.18]Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact just adapt [02:48.53]Tie up, ya black Nike's and tight hats [02:50.77]Corners, stay surrounded with foreigners [02:52.96]Whattup dread? Feds caught you grudgin' for his bread [02:55.06]But regardless, peace to jail niggaz with charges [02:57.66]Unify layin' in the guard with La [02:59.26]My Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta, with stamina [03:03.08]Clingers and gamblers, and gram handlers [03:05.36]Tical like the Isle, so God, let's get steamed [03:08.16]Infrared guard yo' Beem, so seek nuff respect [03:10.66]Rude bwoy you bet, keep it movin' par shallah [03:13.26]Pro black like tar [03:14.56]Designin' the fly shit and stay flippin' [03:16.89]And the RZA pours more beats than Cristal's fine wine [03:19.21]Concrete raps go to black [03:21.27]With 50 other niggaz on the other side of the map [03:23.66]Knew it's all good and all done what, we want some [03:26.40]Mike Tyson of this rap shit, pullin' out Macs for fun [03:29.29]The nigga don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own [03:32.17]And it's shown when my hands grip the chrome microphone [03:34.68]Verbally I catch bodies with cordless shotties [03:36.96]Intriguin' emcees, I keep 'em trained like potties [03:39.39]I bomb facts, my sword is an axe [03:41.72]To split backs invisible, like **** fiend tracks [03:44.16]Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody knows [03:46.89]How we move like wolfs in sheep clothes [03:49.01]Producin' data, microchips or software [03:51.16]Undaground and off air, the Land of the Lost [03:54.56]Notorious henchman from the North [03:56.18]Strikin' niggaz where the Mason-Dixon line crossed