Oh, mad one<br />
We see your trap<br />
You can never escape your fate<br />
Submit with honor to a duel with my son<br />
I agree<br />
<br />
I see you using an old style<br />
 I wondered where you'd learned it from<br />
You know very well, it's yours too<br />
Heh, by the Gods, will you show me?<br />
And what do you come for?<br />
(Duel of the Iron Mic)<br />
<br />
You come here, since you're so interested<br />
  (Duel of the Iron Mic)<br />
Fight me<br />
(In the moonlight the tiger strikes)<br />
(What, what? Bring it)<br />
<br />
Yo, picture bloodbaths and elevator shafts<br />
Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft<br />
Check the print, it's where veterans spark the letterings<br />
Slow moving MCs is waitin' for the editin'<br />
<br />
The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry<br />
A gaseous element, that burned down your ministry<br />
Herbal vapors and biblical papers<br />
Smokin' exo-dust, every square yard is plush<br />
<br />
Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions<br />
Facial expression leaves impressions<br />
Try to keep a shark nigga guessin'<br />
Give crazy shouts son here's the outcome<br />
<br />
Cut across the semi gloss rhymes you floss<br />
Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings<br />
Suede fronts, bell bottoms and tri-colored Shearlings<br />
<br />
I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides<br />
Until I fall from Bed-Stuy<br />
Where money don't grown on trees and there's thievin' MCs<br />
Who cutthroat to rake leaves<br />
<br />
They can't breathe, blood splash, rushin' fast like runnin' rivers<br />
I be that whiskey in your liver<br />
<br />
Duel of the Iron Mic<br />
It's that fifty-two ready to strike<br />
<br />
This is not a 85 affair, made clear<br />
When the Gods get on to perform storms blew up<br />
Wu's up, causin' the crowd to self-destruct<br />
Killer bees are stingin' somethin' while I reveal<br />
<br />
Science, that's heavily guarded by the culprit<br />
Bombin' your barracks, with aerodynamic swordplay<br />
Poison darts by the doorway<br />
Minds that's laced with explosive doses<br />
<br />
Damagin' lyrical launcher<br />
Lunge at the youthful offender then injure any contender<br />
Testin' the murderous Masta could lead to disaster<br />
Dynamite thoughts explode through your barrier<br />
<br />
Rips the retina<br />
Who can withstand the astonishin' punishin' stings to the sternum?<br />
Shocked in the hip-hop livestock<br />
Seekin' for a serum to cure 'em<br />
<br />
Adults kill for drugs plus the young bucks bust<br />
Duckin' handcuffs, throats get cut when dough rush<br />
Out of town foes look shook but still pose<br />
We move like real pros through the streets we stroll<br />
<br />
Bullet holes lace the windows in 1-6-oh<br />
So control the avenues that's the dream that's sold<br />
Building lobbies are graveyards for small-timers<br />
Bitches caught in airports, keys in they vaginas<br />
<br />
No peace, yo the police mad corrupt<br />
You get bagged up, dependin' if you're passin' the cut<br />
Plus shorty's not a shorty no more, he's livin' heartless<br />
Regardless of the charges, claims to be the hardest individual<br />
<br />
Critical thoughts, criminal minded<br />
Blinded by illusion, findin' it confusin'<br />
<br />
Duel of the Iron Mic<br />
It's that fifty-two ready to strike<br />
Duel of the Iron Mic<br />
It's that fifty-two ready to strike<br />
<br />
At the height of their fame and glory<br />
They turned on one another<br />
Each struggling in vain for ultimate supremacy<br />
In the passion and depth of their struggle<br />
The very art, that had raised them<br />
Through such Olympian heights was lost<br />
Their techniques, vanished