Raekwon - Guillotine (Swordz) Lyrics
Allow me to demonstrate the skill of ShaolinThe special technique of shadowboxing[Intro: Inspectah Deck]Poisonous, poisonous (word word word)I should slap all y'all niggaz for comin in my *****in face with that shitAlright cool yeah, go ahead man...Poisonous[Verse One: Inspectah Deck a.k.a. Rebel INS]Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya phonographin half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the warpathFirst class leavin mics with a castCausin ruckus like the aftermath when guns blastRun fast, here comes the verbal assaultaRhymes runnin wild like a child in a walkerI scored from the inner slums abroadAnd my thoughts are razor sharp I sliced the mic from the cordFirst they criticize, but now they have becomementally paralyzed with hits that I deviseNow I testify, the rest is I, Rebel INSYa highness, blessed to electrifywith voltage of an eel, truth that I reveal'llcrush the amateurs who screamed to keep it realCaesar black down hoodied up and fatiguesPart time minor leagues receive third degreesAttack like a wolf pack, once I pull backthe God-U, and bust through like a fullback[Verse Two: Ghostface Killah a.k.a. Tony Starks]Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer wizardTappin inside my rap vein causes blizzardsDo I like the kills for ice trife like botta digitsGorillas injected with strength of eighty midgetsThe Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blendsLet my peeps in, niggaz gaspin swallowin aspirinsWhat a dosage, you overdosed in rapHigh explosives my post-its hypnotize with hypnosisI sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born KillersRecord-breaking the album ThrillerNow access the jig who has bombs and rocket launchersFloat like dope killer bees is what I sponsorYa entrepeneur, pens and gear like shakespeareWhen I ***** I grab hair, collect drawers as souveneirs***** yeah, my crew down German beersMy career is based on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairsEtcetera, damage any lame ass competitorWho try to front, get broken and passed like leathersWhatever hot hardheads get shattered like mirrorsBeretta shots splatter your goose, scatter ya feathersSay never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphicBlew my family overseas in mansionsIf rap was crack, fully packed I be tour catsTax the kingpin of the rap drug traffickinVillage niggaz get slapped in Manhattanfor 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 turnsWatch me massage ya brain with slang that's kingProjects filled with young men cause threatsWho is that? Thousand dollar chains and techsFocus, the brokest niggaz of life shitThese mics is like cocaine Sun, check the suicidal hype shitExchange mad blunts taste the sweepstakesKeepin up on fakes outta state for cakesNo doubt, plus nobody amount, we making dough off ofPuttin fifty on the Land and Allah, it's like thatPull ya shoes up black, matta of fact just adaptTie up, ya black Nike's and tight hatsCorners, stay surrounded with foreignersWhattup dread? Feds caught you grudgin for his breadBut regardless, peace to jail niggaz with chargesUnify layin in the guard with LaMy Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta, with stamina Clingers and gamblers, and gram handlersTical like the Isle, so God, let's get steamedInfrared guard yo' Beem, so seek nuff respectRude bwoy you bet, keep it movin par shallahPro black like tarDesignin the fly shit and stay shinin andthe RZA pours more beats than Cristal's fine wineConcrete raps go to blackwith 50 other niggaz on the other side of the mapKnew it's all good and all done what, we want someMike 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 ownAnd it's shown when my hands grip the chrome microphoneVerbally I catch bodies with cordless shottiesIntriguin emcees, I keep em trained like pottiesI bomb facts, my sword is an axeto split backs invisible, like dope fiend tracksSky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody knowsHow we move like wolfs in sheep clothesProducin data, microchips or softwareUndaground and off air, the Land of the LostNotorious henchman from the NorthStrikin niggaz where the Mason-Dixon line crossed
