Genius - Duel Of The Iron Mic Lyrics
Intro:Ohh mad oneWe see your trapYou can never escape, your fateSubmit with honor to a duel, with my sonI agreeI see you using an old style, I wondered where you had learned it fromYou know very well, its yours too[yo god, its a duel, its 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 youre so interested[duel of the iron mic ] fight me[in the moonlight niggaz I will strike][what, what? bring it!]Verse one: the geniusYoPicture bloodbaths and elevator shaftsLike these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craftCheck the print, its where veterans spark the letteringsSlow moving mcs is waitin for the editinThe liquid soluble that made up the chemistryA gaseous element, that burned down your ministryHerbal vapors, and biblical papersSmokin exodus, every square yard is plush***** the screw-faced photo sessions facial expressionLeaves impressions, try to keep a shark nigga guessinGive crazy shouts son heres the outcomeCut across the semi-gloss rhymes you flossShit is outdated, just like neckloads of sterlingsSuede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored shearlingsI aint particular, I bang like vehicular homicidesOn july 4th in bed-stuyWhere money dont grown on trees and theres thievin mcsWho cut-throat to rake leavesThey cant breathe, blood splash, rushin fastLike runnin rivers, I be that whiskey in your liverChorus: ol dirty bastardDuel of the iron mic!Its the fifty-two fatal strikes!Verse two: master killerThis is not a eighty-five affair, made clearWhen the gods get on to perform storms blew upWus up, causin the crowd to self-destructKiller bees are stingin somethin while I revealScience, thats heavily guarded by the culpritBombin your barracks, with aerodynamicSwordplay, poison darts by the doorwayMinds thats laced with explosive dosesDamagin lyrical launcherLunge at the youthful offender then injureAny contender, testin the murderous masterCould lead to disaster, dynamite thoughtsExplode through your barrier, rips the retinaWho can withstand the astonishing punishingStings to the sternum, shocked in the hip-hop livestockSeekin for a serum, to cure emVerse three: inspector deckAdults kill for drugs plus the young bucks bustDuckin handcuffs, throats get cut when dough rushOut of town foes look shook but still poseWe move lioke real pros through the streets we strollBullet holes lace the windows in one-six ohSo control the avenues thats the dream thats soldBulding lobbies are graveyards for small-timers*****es caught in airports, keys in they vaginasNo peace, yo the police mad corruptYou get bagged up, dependin if youre passin the cutPlus shortys not a shorty no more, hes livin heartlessRegardless of the charges, claims to be the hardestIndividual, critical thoughts, criminal mindedBlinded by illusion, findin it confusinOutro: ol dirty bastardDuel of the iron mics [the master, he must be dreaming, heh]Its that fifty-two fatal strikes [well, if he is dreaming...]Duel of the iron mics [...then he must be asleep]Its 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 anotherEach struggling in vain for ultimate supremacyIn the passion and depth of their struggleThey very art, that had raised them through such rapiant heights was lostTheir techniques, vanished
