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Guillotine
388
West Coast Rap
Guillotine was released on January 9, 2026 by Fresh Yard Records as a part of the album All Hail The King 2
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Release DateJanuary 9, 2026
LabelFresh Yard Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fashawn
Fashawn
Performer
Sir Veterano
Sir Veterano
Performer
Santiago Mustafa Leyva
Santiago Mustafa Leyva
Rap
Eric Jorge Osborne
Eric Jorge Osborne
Sampler
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Santiago Mustafa Leyva
Santiago Mustafa Leyva
Songwriter
Eric Jorge Osborne
Eric Jorge Osborne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sir Veterano
Sir Veterano
Producer

Lyrics

Guillotine (S. Leyva, E. Osborne)
Verse 1:
My pen is electric, gotta except it. This be perfection. Be the shit that got Obama elected. Try me, I'm reckless. Hotter than Texas, slide by driving a lexus. Waving bye bye to my exes, thank god for the blessings. I put allah on my necklace. Money for The Carter invested. Pardon the flexing. This be that zig zag zig allah, me and E just hit the bar. Nozzle on the gun big as Scar Lip's tits and bra.
I been on a mission paw. Grizzly with the itching paws. Swimming in your sister jaws, come politic with the boss. Witty, unpredictable slang, get with the gang. Don't want me to get at you then don't mention my name. Hell bent on these bars, I was sent from the flames. So sinister, I could get your minister slain. More than 10 in this game, the tension is still the same. I shoot missles at lames. I got a glitch in my brain. I'm the one.
Verse 2:
Verse 2, Black Israelite, hebrew. Nike shoes, Write like Wu, righteous food. My katana slice right through. Trifling crewGold front, Tyson's tooth, zeitgeist mood. Panama, priceless view, wifey rude, not a dike but don't like you dudes. Might be true. Bay Area, Hyphy too. Recite Haiku's. I'm done with the night life duke, I'm not like Luke. Sky walking over the drums, holding my lungs. I'll never let a cracker have control of my tounge. Unloading my gun, I'll send your man soul to the sun. I'm solely the one, they tryna put a hole in me thun. I hit Modesto, your name so so hollow, when we say it that shit echo, Can't compare it to Esco's. **** I'm the goat, you's a muthafucking Gecko. I let these thought spill like Prosecco, now here comes the death blow. I'm Fresno.
Verse 3:
Pistachio Pendleton's, ball like Spalding, Rawlings, and Wimbledon, I'm quick to check your temperament. With intellect, I imply and then I implement. Infinite, I don't want paper, I want percentages. I'm telling you equity is a must, dollars collected I put respectfully in a trust fund. My heroes, unsung. Stick full of dum dums. Cooking like Dim Sum, did it all then some. Mo Money, I'm Marlon and Damon, My stars in alignment, this for ya'll entertainment. Too many pigs wanna see your dog in an arraignment. I'm just floating through these streams, jogging through these playlist. Mr. Leyva, Alpha, I ditched the Beta. Dismiss the haters. High enough to kiss a crater. I'm kicking flavor, fuck minor, this is major. It's your savior, I took it to a different chamber. It's F!
Written by: Eric Jorge Osborne, Santiago Mustafa Leyva
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