Raekwon - Guillotinz (swordz) lyrics

Intro: inspectah deck Allow me to demonstrate the sk** of shaolin The special technique of shadowboxing Poisonous, poisonous (word word word) I should slap all y'all n***az for coming in my f**in face with that sh** Alright cool yeah, go ahead man... Poisonous Verse one: inspectah deck a.k.a. rebel ins Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya phonograph In half, it be the inspectah deck on the warpath First cla** leavin mics with a cast Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast Run fast, here comes the verbal a**aulta Rhymes runnin wild like a child in a walker I scored from the inner slums abroad And my thoughts are razor sharp i sliced the mic from the cord First they criticize, but now they have become Mentally paralyzed with hits that i devise Now i testify, the rest is i, rebel ins Ya highness, blessed to electrify With voltage of an eel, truth that i reveal'll Crush the amateurs who screamed to keep it real Caesar black down hoodied up and fatigues Part time minor leagues receive third degrees Attack like a wolf pack, once i pull back Then guard you, and bust through like a fullback Verse two: ghostface k**er a.k.a. tony starks Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer wizard Tappin inside my rap vein causes blizzards Do i like the k**s for ice trife like botta digits Gorillas injected with strength of eighty midgets The earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends Let my peeps in, n***az gaspin swallowin aspirins What a dosage, you overdosed in rap High explosives my post-its hypnotize with hypnosis I sell goods, my whole clan is on the run like natural born k**ers Record-breaking the album thriller Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers Float like dope k**er bees is what i sponsor Ya entrepeneur, pens and gear like shakespeare When i f** i grab hair, collect drawers as souveneirs f** yeah, my crew down german beers My career is based on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs Etcetera, damage any lame a** competitor Who try to front, get broken and pa**ed like leathers Whatever hot hardheads get shattered like mirrors Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic Blew my family overseas in mansions If rap was crack, fully packed i be tour cats Tax the kingpin of the rap drug traffickin Village n***az get slapped in manhattan For rappin, big ghost steps off laffin (were you just using the wu-tang school method against me? I've learned so many styles, forgive me) Verse three: raekwon the chef a.k.a. lou diamonds Sit back relax, fake n***az don't get turns Watch me ma**age ya brain with slang that's king Projects filled with young men cause threats Who is that? thousand dollar chains and techs Focus, the brokest n***az of life sh** These mics is like c**aine sun, check the suicidal hype sh** Exchange mad blunts taste the sweepstakes Keepin up on fakes outta state for cakes No doubt, plus nobody amount, we making dough off of Puttin fifty on the land and allah, it's like that Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact just adapt Tie up, ya black nike's and tight hats Corners, stay surrounded with foreigners Whattup dread? feds caught you grudgin for his bread But regardless, peace to jail n***az with charges Unify layin in the guard with la My clan done ran from japan to atlanta, with stamina Clingers and gamblers, and gram handlers Tical like the isle, so god, let's get steamed Infrared guard yo' beem, so seek nuff respect Rude bwoy you bet, keep it movin par shallah Pro black like tar Designin the fly sh** and stay shinin and The rza pours more beats than cristal's fine wine Concrete raps go to black With 50 other n***az on the other side of the map Knew it's all good and all done what, we want some Mike tyson of this rap sh**, pullin out macs for fun Verse four: the genius/gza a.k.a. maximillion The n***a don't get mad, i got mad styles of my own And it's shown when my hands grip the chrome microphone Verbally i catch bodies with cordless shotties Intriguin emcees, i keep em trained like potties I bomb facts, my sword is an axe To split backs invisible, like dope fiend tracks Sky's the limit, n***az are timid, and nobody knows How we move like wolfs in sheep clothes Producin data, microchips or software Undaground and off air, the land of the lost Notorious henchman from the north Strikin n***az where the mason-dixon line crossed