Текст песни Raekwon - Guillotine (Swords)

The Wu Vol. 2
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Raekwon
Альбом: The Wu Vol. 2
Длительность: 03:27
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Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin The special technique of shadowboxing [Intro] Poisonous, poisonous (word word word) I should slap all y'all niggas for coming in my fucking face with that shit Alright cool yeah, go ahead man... Poisonous [Inspectah Deck] Poisonous paragraphs smash your phonograph in half It be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath First class leaving mics with a cast Causing ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast Run fast, here comes the verbal assaulter 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 they 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 [Ghostface Killah] Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer wizard Tapping inside my rap vein causes blizzards Do I like the kills for ice trife like Bobby Digits Gorillas injected with strength of eighty midgets The Earth spins, Wu wins, rap exotic blends Let my peeps in, niggas gasping, swallowing aspirins What 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-breaking the album Thriller Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers Float like dope killer bees is what I sponsor Your entrepeneur, pens and ear like Shakespeare When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souveneirs Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers My career's based on guns, throwing cats in wheelchairs Etcetera, damage any lame ass 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 a mansion If rap was crack, fully packed I be tour cats Taxing kingpin of the rap drug trafficking Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan For rapping, Big Ghost steps off laughing Ha! Were you just using the Wu-Tang school method against me? I've learned so many styles, forgive me [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 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 Nike's 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 laying in the yard with La My Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta, with stamina Clingers and gamblers, and gram handlers Tical light the Owl cigar, let's get steamed Infra-red guard your beam, so seek nuff respect Rude bwoy you bet, keep it moving par shallah Pro black like tar Designing the fly shit and stay shining 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 Knew it's all good and all done what, we want son Mike Tyson of this rap shit, pulling out Macs for fun [The Genius] The nigga don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own And it's
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