Guillotine (Swordz)
Album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx
Release Date: 1/1/95
Label: Loud/RCA Records
Explicit version of "Guillotine (Swordz)" lyrics
Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin
The special technique of shadowboxing'
Poisonous
(Word
I should slap all y'all niggaz for comin'
In my f*****' face with that s***
Alright cool yeah
Poisonous
Poisonous paragraphs
In half
First class leavin' mics with a cast
Causin' ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast
Run fast
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
Mentally paralyzed with hits that I devise
Now I testify
Ya highness
With voltage of an eel
Rush 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
Then guard you
Yo
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
Let my peeps in
What a dosage
High explosives my post-its hypnotize with hypnosis
I sell goods
Record-breakin' the album Thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers
Float like dope killer bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepreneur
When I f*** I grab hair
F*** yeah
My career is based on guns
Etcetera
Who try to front
Whatever hot hard heads get shattered like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter your goose
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic
Blew my family overseas in mansions
If rap was crack
Tax the kingpin of the rap drug traffickin'
Village niggaz get slapped in Manhattan
For rappin'
Were you just using
The Wu-Tang school method against me?
I've learned so many styles
Sit back relax
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
These mics is like cocaine Sun
Exchange mad blunts taste the sweepstakes
Keepin' up on fakes outta state for cakes
No doubt
Puttin' fifty on the Land and Allah
Pull ya shoes up black
Tie up
Corners
Whattup dread? Feds caught you grudgin' for his bread
But regardless
Unify layin' in the guard with La
My Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta
Clingers and gamblers
Tical like the Isle
Infrared guard yo' Beem
Rude bwoy you bet
Pro black like tar
Designin' the fly s*** 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
Mike Tyson of this rap s***
The nigga don't get mad
And it's shown when my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch bodies with cordless shotties
Intriguin' emcees
I bomb facts
To split backs invisible
Sky's the limit
How we move like wolfs in sheep clothes
Producin' data
Undaground and off air
Notorious henchman from the North
Strikin' niggaz where the Mason-Dixon line crossed
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