Genius - Duel of The Iron Mic lyrics
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Intro:
Ohh mad one
We see your trap
You can never escapeyour fate
Submit with honor to a duelwith my son
I agree
I see you using an old styleI wondered where you had learned it from
You know very wellit's yours too
[yo godit's a duelit's a duel] hehby the godswill you show me?
[buck buck buck buck buck buck ] and where do you come for?
[duel of the iron mic ] you come heresince you're so interested
[duel of the iron mic ] fight me
[in the moonlight niggaz I will strike]
[whatwhat? bring it!]
Verse one: the genius
Yo
Picture bloodbaths and elevator shafts
Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft
Check the printit'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 elementthat burned down your ministry
Herbal vaporsand biblical papers
Smokin exodusevery square yard is plush
Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions facial expression
Leaves impressionstry to keep a shark nigga guessin
Give crazy shouts son here's the outcome
Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss
Shit is outdatedjust like neckloads of sterlings
Suede-frontsbell-bottomsand tri-colored shearlings
I ain't particularI 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 breatheblood splashrushin fast
Like runnin riversI 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 affairmade clear
When the gods get on to perform storms blew up
Wu's upcausin the crowd to self-destruct
Killer bees are stingin somethin while I reveal
Sciencethat's heavily guarded by the culprit
Bombin your barrackswith aerodynamic
Swordplaypoison darts by the doorway
Minds that's laced with explosive doses
Damagin lyrical launcher
Lunge at the youthful offender then injure
Any contendertestin the murderous master
Could lead to disasterdynamite thoughts
Explode through your barrierrips the retina
Who can withstand the astonishing punishing
Stings to the sternumshocked in the hip-hop livestock
Seekin for a serumto cure em
Verse three: inspector deck
Adults kill for drugs plus the young bucks bust
Duckin handcuffsthroats 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 airportskeys in they vaginas
No peaceyo the police mad corrupt
You get bagged updependin if you're passin the cut
Plus shorty's not a shorty no morehe's livin heartless
Regardless of the chargesclaims to be the hardest
Individualcritical thoughtscriminal minded
Blinded by illusionfindin it confusin
Outro: ol dirty bastard
Duel of the iron mics [the masterhe must be dreamingheh]
It's that fifty-two fatal strikes [wellif he is dreaming...]
Duel of the iron mics [...then he must be asleep]
It's that fifty-two fatal strikesnuh [and if he is asleep]
[then I will wake him up!]
[weahhhhaah-hah-hah!]
At the height of their fame and glorythey turned on one another
Each struggling in vain for ultimate supremacy
In the passion and depth of their struggle
They very artthat had raised them through such rapiant heights was lost
Their techniquesvanished
