Rza - Guillotine (Swordz) lyrics

[Intro 1: sample] Allow me to demonstrate the sk** of Shaolin The special technique of shadowboxing [Intro 2: Inspectah Deck and Ghostface k**ah] Poisonous, poisonous (word word word) I should slap all y'all n***as for coming in my f**ing face with that sh** Alright cool yeah, go ahead man... Poisonous [Verse 1 : Inspectah Deck] Poisonous paragraphs smash your phonograph in half It be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath First cla** leaving mics with a cast Causing ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast Run fast, here comes the verbal a**aulter Rhymes running 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 to criticize, but now they have become Mentally paralyzed with hits that I devise Now I testify, the rest 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 [Verse 2 : Ghostface k**ah] Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer wizard Tapping inside my rap vein causes blizzards The wildlife that k**s for ice trife like by the digits Gorillas injected with strength of eighty midgets The Earth spins, Wu wins, rap exotic blends Let my peeps in, n***as gasping, swallowing 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 k**ers Record-breaking the album Thriller Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers Flow like dough, k**a Beez is what I sponsor Your entrepreneur, pens in gear like Shakespeare When I f** I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs f** yeah, my crew down German beers My career's based on guns, throwing cats in wheelchairs Etcetera, damage any lame a** competitor Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers Whatever hot hardheads 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 maxing If rap was crack, fully packed I be tall cats Taxing kingpin of the rap drug trafficking Village n***as get slapped in Manhattan For rapping, Big Ghost steps off laughing Ha! [Interlude : samples] Were you just using the Wu-Tang school method against me? I've learned so many styles, forgive me [Verse 3 : Raekwon] Sit back relax, fake n***as don't get turns Watch me ma**age 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 n***as of life sh** These mics is like c**aine son, check the suicidal hype sh** Exchange mad blunts taste the sweepstakes Keeping up on fakes outta state for cakes No doubt, plus nobody amount, we making dough off Putting 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 n***as with charges Unify laying in the yard with La My Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta with stamina Slingers and gamblers and gram handlers Tical light the Owl cigar, let's get steamed Infra-red guard your beam, so seek 'nough respect Rude bwoy you bet, keep it moving Mashallah Pro black like tar Designing the fly sh** and stay shining The RZA pour more beats than Cristal's fine wine Concrete raps go to bat With 50 other n***as on the other side of the map Knew it's all good and all done what, we want son Mike Tyson of this rap sh**, pulling out Macs for fun [Verse 4: GZA] 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 Intriguing MCs, 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***as are timid and nobody knows How we move like wolves in sheep clothes Producing data, microchips of software Underground and off air The Land of the Lost, notorious henchman from the North Striking n***as where the Mason-Dixon line cross