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letra de guillotine (swordz) - raekwon the chef

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{allow me to demonstrate the skill of shaolin
the special technique of shadowboxing}

poisonous, poisonous
i should slap all y’all n-gg-z for comin’ in
my f-ckin’ face with that sh-t
[incomprehensible]
poisonous

poisonous paragraphs, smash ya phonograph
in half, it be the inspectah deck on the warpath
first cl-ss leavin’ mics with a cast
causin’ ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast

run fast, here comes the verbal -ssaulta
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, but now they have become
mentally paralyzed with hits that i devise
now i testify, the rest is i, rebel ins
ya highness, blessed to electrify

with voltage of an eel, truth that i reveal’ll
crush the amateurs who screamed to keep it real
caesar black down hooded up and 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

yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer wizard
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 ruins, rap exotic blends
let my peeps in, n-gg-z gaspin’ swallowin’ aspirins
what a dosage, you overdosed in rap
high explosives my post-its hypnotize with hypnosis

i sell goods, my whole clan is on the run like natural born killers
record-breaking the alb-m thriller
now access the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers
float like dope killer bees is what i sponsor

ya entrepreneur, pens and gear like shakespeare
when i f-ck i grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs
f-ck yeah, my crew down german beers
my career is based on guns, throwing cats in wheelchairs

etcetera, damage any lame -ss compet-tor
who try to front, get broken and p-ssed like leathers
whatever hot hard heads get shattered like mirrors
biretta shots splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers

say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic
blew my family overseas in mansions
if rap was crack, fully packed i be tour cats
tax the kingpin of the rap drug traffickin’

village n-gg-z get slapped in manhattan
for rappin’, big ghost steps off laffin’

{were you just using the wu-tang school method against me?
i’ve learned so many styles, forgive me}

sit back relax, fake n-gg-z don’t get turns
watch me m-ssage ya brain with slang that’s king
projects filled with young men cause threats
who is that? thousand dollar chains and techs

focus, the brokest n-gg-z of life sh-t
these mics is like cocaine sun, check the suicidal hype sh-t
exchange mad blunts taste the sweepstakes
keepin’ up on fakes outta state for cakes

no doubt, plus n-body amount, we making dough off of
puttin’ fifty on the land and allah, it’s like that
pull ya shoes up black, matter of fact just adapt
tie up, ya black nike’s and tight hats

corners, stay surrounded with foreigners
whattup dread? feds caught you grudgin’ for his bread
but regardless, peace to jail n-gg-z with charges
unify layin’ in the guard with la

my clan done ran from japan to atlanta, with stamina
clingers and gamblers, and gram handlers
tical like the isle, so god, let’s get steamed
infrared guard yo’ beem, so seek enough respect

rude bwoy you bet, keep it movin’ par shallah
pro black like tar
designin’ the fly sh-t and stay shinin’ and
the rza pours more beats than cristal’s fine wine

concrete raps go to black
with 50 other n-gg-z on the other side of the map
knew it’s all good and all done what, we want some
mike tyson of this rap sh-t, pullin’ out macs for fun

the n-gg- 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’ emcees, 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-gg-z are timid, and n-body knows
how we move like wolfs in sheep clothes

producin’ data, microchips or software
underground and off air, the land of the lost
notorious henchman from the north
strikin’ n-gg-z where the mason-dixon line crossed

- raekwon the chef

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