Duel Of The Iron Mic Lyrics

Duel Of The Iron Mic lyrics

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 niggaz 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 waitin for the editin

 The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry

 A gaseous element, that burned down your ministry

 Herbal vapors, and biblical papers

 Smokin Exodus, every square yard is plush

 Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions facial expression

 leaves impressions, try to keep a shark nigga guessin

 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 Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings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 thievin MC's

 Who cut-throat to rake leaves

 They can't breathe, blood splash, rushin fast

 like runnin rivers, I be that whiskey in your liver

 

 Chorus: 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, causin the crowd to self-destruct

 Killer bees are stingin somethin while I reveal

 Science, that's heavily guarded by the culprit

 Bombin your barracks, with aerodynamic

 swordplay, poison darts by the doorway

 Minds that's laced with explosive doses

 Damagin lyrical launcher

 Lunge at the youthful offender then injure

 any contender, testin 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

 Seekin for a serum, to cure em

 

 Verse Three: Inspector Deck

 

 Adults kill for drugs plus the young bucks bust

 Duckin handcuffs, throats get cut when dough rush

 Out of town foes look shook but still pose

 We move lioke 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

 Bulding 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, dependin if you're passin the cut

 Plus shorty's not a shorty no more, he's livin heartless

 Regardless of the charges, claims to be the hardest

 individual, critical thoughts, criminal minded

 Blinded by illusion, findin it confusin

 

 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!]

 [WeahhhHAAH-HAH-HAH!]

 

 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

 They very art, that had raised them through such rapiant heights was lost

 Their techniques, vanished