Guillotine (Swordz) - Raekwon/Inspectah Deck.mp3

[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