Gza - Duel Of The Iron Mic Lyrics

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Intro:

Ohh mad one

We see your trap

You can never escape your fate

Submit with honor to a duel with my son

I agree

I see you using an old style I wondered where you had learned it from

You know very well it's yours too

[Yo God it's a duel it's a duel] Heh by the Gods will you show me?

[Buck buck buck buck buck buck] And where do you come for?

[Duel of the Iron Mic] You come here since you're so interested

[Duel of the Iron Mic] Fight me

[In the moonlight niggas I will strike]

[What what? Bring it!]

[Verse One: The Genius]

Yo

Picture bloodbaths and elevator shafts

Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft

Check the print it's where veterans spark the letterings

Slow moving MC's is waiting for the editing

The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry

A gaseous element that burned down your ministry

Herbal vapors and biblical papers

Smoking Exodus every square yard is plush

Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions facial expression

Leaves impressions try to keep a shark nigga guessing

Give crazy shouts Son here's the outcome

Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss

Shit is outdated just like neckloads of Sterlings

Suede-fronts bell-bottoms and tri-colored Shearlings

I ain't particular I bang like vehicular homicides

On July 4th in Bed-Stuy

Where money don't grown on trees and there's thieving MC's

Who cut-throat to rake leaves

They can't breathe blood splash rushign fast

Like running rivers I be that whiskey in your liver

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[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Duel of the Iron Mic!

It's the fifty-two fatal strikes!

[Verse Two: Master Killer]

This is not a eighty-five affair made clear

When the Gods get on to perform storms blew up

Wu's up causing the crowd to self-destruct

Killer bees are stinging while I reveal

Science that's heavily guarded by the culprit

Bombing your barracks with aerodynamic

Swordplay poison darts by the doorway

Minds that's laced with explosive doses

Damaging lyrical launcher

Lunge at the youthful offender then injure

Any contender testing the murderous Master

Could lead to disaster dynamite thoughts

Explode through your barrier rips the retina

Who can withstand the astonishing punishing

Stings to the sternum shocked in the hip-hop livestock

Seeking for a serum to cure em

[Verse Three: Inspector Deck]

Adults kill for drugs plus the young bucks bust

Ducking handcuffs throats get cut when dough rush

Out of town foes look shook but still pose

We move like real pros through the streets we stroll

Bullet holes lace the windows in one-six-oh

So control the avenues that's the dream that's sold

Building lobbies are graveyards for small-timers

Bitches caught in airports keys in they vaginas

No peace yo the police mad corrupt

You get bagged up depending if you're passing the cut

Plus shorty's not a shorty no more he's living heartless

Regardless of the charges claims to be the hardest

Individual critical thoughts criminal minded

Blinded by illusion finding it confusing

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Duel of the iron mics [The master he must be dreaming heh]

It's that fifty-two fatal strikes [Well if he is dreaming...]

Duel of the iron mics [...then he must be asleep]

It's that fifty-two fatal strikes nuh [And if he is asleep]

[Then I will wake him up!]

At the height of their fame and glory they turned on one another

Each struggling in vain for ultimate supremacy

In the passion and depth of their struggle

Their very art that had raised them to such Olympian heights was lost

Their techniques vanished

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