Guillotinz swordz Lyrics by Raekwon The Chef

Guillotinz swordz Lyrics

    Intro: inspectah deck

    Allow me to demonstrate the skill of shaolin
    The special technique of shadowboxing

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

    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 class leavin mics with a cast
    Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast
    Run fast, here comes the verbal assaulta
    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 killer a.k.a. tony starks

    Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer wizard
    Tappin inside my rap vein causes blizzards
    Do i like the kills for ice trife like botta digits
    Gorillas injected with strength of eighty midgets
    The earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends
    Let my peeps in, niggaz 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 killers
    Record-breaking the album thriller
    Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers
    Float like dope killer bees is what i sponsor
    Ya entrepeneur, pens and gear like shakespeare
    When i fuck i grab hair, collect drawers as souveneirs
    Fuck yeah, my crew down german beers
    My career is based on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs
    Etcetera, damage any lame ass competitor
    Who try to front, get broken and passed 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 niggaz 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 niggaz don't get turns
    Watch me massage 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 niggaz of life shit
    These mics is like cocaine sun, check the suicidal hype shit
    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 niggaz 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 shit and stay shinin and
    The rza pours more beats than cristal's fine wine
    Concrete raps go to black
    With 50 other niggaz on the other side of the map
    Knew it's all good and all done what, we want some
    Mike tyson of this rap shit, pullin out macs for fun

    Verse four: the genius/gza a.k.a. maximillion

    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 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, niggaz 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 niggaz where the mason-dixon line crossed