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Duel of the Iron Mic
作詞:Robert F. Diggs, Gary Grice, Russell T. Jones, Herbert Magidson, Allie Wrubel
{Oh, 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 Even I wondered too 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}
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Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored Shearlings I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides On July 4th in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
Duel of the Iron Mic (You're quite good) It's the fifty-two fatal strikes! (You should tell him to take the same technique)
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 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 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
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 like real pros through the streets we stroll
Bullet holes lace the windows in one-six-o 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, 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'
Duel of the iron mic's (The master, he must be dreaming, heh) It's that fifty-two fatal strikes (Well, if he is dreaming)
Duel of the iron mic's (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 They very art, that had raised them Through such rapiant heights was lost Their techniques, vanished}
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