Guillotine (Swordz)

[Intro: Inspectah Deck & Ghostface Killah]

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

[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]

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 hits 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

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]

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 digits

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

[Interlude: Dialogue sample]

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 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

[Verse 4: GZA]

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