Duel Of The Iron Mic (Explicit)

Duel Of The Iron Mic - Genius/GZA

Written by：GZA/Genius/Robert F. "Prince Rakeem" Diggs/GZA/Genius

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're using an old style

I wondered where you'd learned it from

You know very well it's yours too

Heh I had forgotten will you show me

And what have you come for

You come here

Since you're so interested fight me

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

F**k the screw faced photo sessions facial expression

Leaves impressions

Try to keep a shark ni**a guessing

Give crazy shouts Son here's the outcome

Cut across the semi gloss rhymes you floss

Sh*t is outdated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 rushing fast

Like running rivers I be that whiskey in your liver

Hook Ol' Dirty Bastard

Duel of the Iron Mic

It's the fifty two fatal strikes

This is not a '85 affair made clear

When the Gods get on to perform storms blew up

Wu's up causing the crowd to self destruct

Killer Beez 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

Adults kill for *** 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

B**ches caught in airports

Ki's 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

Duel of the iron mics

Huh Master he must be dreaming heh

Well if he is dreaming then he must be asleep

And if he's 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

The very art that had raised them

To such Olympian heights was lost

Their techniques vanished