Raekwon — 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