Guillotine (feat. Gho

[Sample:]
–	Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin, the special technique of shadowboxing!

[Intro:]
Poisonous, poisonous!
I should slap all y'all niggas for coming in my fuckin' face with that shit!
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 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 a eel, truth that I reveal
Will crush the amateurs, who scream they keep it real.
Caesar black down, hoodied up in fatigue,
Part time minor leagues receive third degrees,
Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull back
The God-U ‘n 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 Bobby Digits,
Gorillas injected with strength of eighty midgets.
The Earth spins, Wu wins, rap exotic blends,
Let my peeps in, niggas gaspin', swallowin' 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-breakin', the album Thriller,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Float like dope, killer bees is what I sponsor.
Your entrepreneur, pens and ear 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.
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, you 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,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap, drug traffickin',
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan
For rappin', Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha!

[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 TEC's,
Focus, the brokest niggas of life shit.
These mics is like cocaine, son, check the suicidal hype shit,
Exchange mad blunts, taste the sweepstakes,
Keepin' up on fakes, outta state for cakes,
No doubt, plus, nobody amount, we makin' dough off.
Putti'g 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 brethren for his bread,
But regardless, peace to jail niggas with charges.
Unify, layin' in the yard with lye.
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 sick, enough respect,
Rude boy you bet, keep it movin', Masha'Allah.
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 fifty 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, pullin' out MAC's 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' 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, 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.