Raekwon, Inspectah Deck, GZA, Ghostface Killah - Guillotine (Swordz) lyrics

Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin
The special technique of shadowboxing
(Check it out)
Poisonous (Word, word, word) , slap (Poisonous)
Y'all should slap these⁠ all
Y'all niggas for comin'
In my fuckin' face with that shit
(Shh, shh, alright, cool) yo, man, go ahead
Poisonous

Poisonous paragraphs smash your
Phonograph in half
It be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath
First class, leavin' mics with a cast
Causin' ruckus like the aftermath
When guns blast
Run fast, here comes the verbal assaulter
Rhymes runnin' wild like a child in a walker
I scored from the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor sharp
I slice the mic from the cord
First to criticize, but now they have become
Mentally paralyzed with hit's that I devise
Now I testify, the best is I
Rebel INS, Your Highness
Blessed to electrify
With voltage of a eel, truth that I reveal
Will crush the amateurs who scream
They keep it real
Caesar black down, hoodied up in fatigues
Part time minor leagues receive third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack once I pull back
The God-U and bust through like a fullback

Yo, you fourteen carat gold
Slum computer wizard
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards
The wildlife that kills for ice
Trife like by the digit's
Gorillas injected with strength
Of eighty midgets
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends
Let my peeps in, niggas gaspin'
Swallowin' aspirins
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap
High explosives
My posters hypnotize with hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the
Run like Natural Born Killers
Record-breakin' the album Thriller
Got access to tear gas
Bombs and rocket launchers
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor
Your entrepreneur
Pens and gear like Shakespeare
When I fuck, I grab hair
Collect drawers as souvenirs
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers
My career's based on guns
Throwin' cats in wheelchairs
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor
Who try to front
Get broken in fast like leathers
Whatever, hot hard heads get
Shattered like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter your goose
Scatter your feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs
Deal with graphic
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin'
If rap was crack, fully packed
I'd be tall caps
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin'
Village niggas get slapped in
Manhattan for rappin'
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha

Were you just using the Wu
Tang school method against me?
I've learned so many styles, forgive me

Sit back, relax, fake niggas don't get turns
Watch me massage your brain
With slang that's king
Projects filled with young men cause threats
Who has that? Thousand dollar chains and TECs
Focus, the brokest niggas of life shit
These mics is like cocaine, son
Check the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad blunts, tapes for sweepstakes
Keepin' up on fakes, outta state for cakes
No doubt
Plus nobody amount, we makin' dough off
Puttin' fifty on the Land and Allah
It's like that
Pull ya shoes up, black, matter of fact
Just adapt
Tie up your black Nikes and tight hats
Corners stay surrounded with
Foreigners, what up, dread?
Feds caught your bredren for his bread
But regardless
Peace to jail niggas with charges
Unify layin' in the yard with La
My Clan done ran from Japan
To Atlanta with stanima
Slingers and gamblers and gram handlers
Tical, light the Owl cigar, let's get steamed
Infrared guard your beam
So seek 'nuff respect
Rude bwoy, you bet, keep it movin', Mashallah
Pro black like tar
Designin' the fly shit and stay shinin'
The RZA pour more beats
Than Cristal's fine wine
Concrete raps, go to bat
With 50 other niggas on the
Other side of the map
'Til it's all good and all
Done, what we want, son
Mike Tyson of this rap shit
Pullin' out Macs for fun

The nigga 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' MCs
I keep 'em trained like potties
I bomb facts
My sword is an ax to split backs
Visible, like dope fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, niggas are timid
And nobody knows how we move
Like wolves in sheep clothes
Producin' data, microchips of software
Underground and off-air, the land of the lost
Notorious henchman from the North
Strikin' niggas where the
Mason-Dixon line cross