Duel of the Iron Mic-GZA/Masta Killa/Dreddy Kruger/Inspectah Deck/Ol' Dirty Bastard

[00:00.00] 作词 : Diggs, Grice, Magidson, Wrubel [00:00.15] 作曲 : Robert F. "Prince Rakeem" Diggs/Herbert Magidson/Allie Wrubel/Russell Jones/Gary Grice [00:00.30] [00:02.95]Oh, mad one, we see your trap [00:09.32]You can never escape your fate [00:13.97]Submit with honor to a duel with my son [00:23.04]I agree [00:24.55] [00:24.97]I see you're using an old style [00:27.48]I wondered where you'd learned it from [00:29.49]You know very well, it's yours too [00:34.50]Heh, I had forgotten, will you show me? [00:37.69]And what have you come for? [00:41.03]You come here, since you're so interested - fight me [00:47.88] [00:53.21]Yo, picture bloodbaths and elevator shafts [00:56.08]Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft [00:58.51]Check the print, it's where veterans spark the letterings [01:01.30]Slow moving MCs is waiting for the editing [01:03.84]The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry [01:06.61]A gaseous element, that burned down your ministry [01:09.48]Herbal vapors and biblical papers [01:11.86]Smoking Exodus, every ****** yard is plush [01:14.39]**** the screw-faced photo sessions, facial expression [01:17.16]Leaves impressions, try to keep a shark ***** guessing [01:19.85]Give crazy shouts Son here's the outcome [01:22.46]Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss [01:25.02]**** is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings [01:27.66]Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored Shearlings [01:30.38]I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides [01:33.12]On July 4th in Bed-Stuy [01:35.52]Where money don't grow on trees and there's thieving MC's [01:39.29]Who cut-throat to rake leaves [01:40.88]They can't breathe, blood splash, rushing fast [01:43.70]Like running rivers, I be that whiskey in your liver [01:46.47] [01:47.15]Duel of the Iron Mic! [01:48.87]It's the fifty-two fatal strikes! [01:51.30] [01:51.96]This is not a '85 affair made clear [01:53.89]When the Gods get on to perform storms blew up [01:56.87]Wu's up, causing the crowd to self-destruct [01:59.56]Killer Beez are stinging while I reveal [02:01.88]Science that's heavily guarded by the culprit [02:04.73]Bombing your barracks with aerodynamic [02:07.24]Swordplay, poison darts by the doorway [02:09.88]Minds that's laced with explosive doses [02:12.67]Damaging lyrical launcher [02:14.81]Lunge at the youthful offender then injure [02:17.29]Any contender, testing the murderous Master [02:20.35]Could lead to disaster, dynamite thoughts [02:23.15]Explode through your barrier, rips the retina [02:25.81]Who can withstand the astonishing punishing [02:28.34]Stings to the sternum, shocked in the Hip Hop livestock [02:31.95]Seeking for a serum to cure em [02:34.01] [02:34.22]Adults kill for drugs plus the young bucks bust [02:36.13]Ducking handcuffs, throats get cut when dough rush [02:38.98]Out of town foes look shook but still pose [02:41.41]We move like real pros through the streets we stroll [02:44.25]Bullet holes lace the windows in one-six-oh [02:46.63]So control the avenues that's the dream that's sold [02:49.24]Building lobbies are graveyards for small-timers [02:52.22]******* caught in airports, Ki's in they vaginas [02:54.83]No peace, yo the police mad corrupt [02:57.18]You get bagged up, depending if you're passing the cut [02:59.87]Plus shorty's not a shorty no more, he's living heartless [03:02.70]Regardless of the charges, claims to be the hardest [03:05.20]Individual, critical thoughts, criminal minded [03:07.45]Blinded by illusion, finding it confusing [03:10.38] [03:10.98]Duel of the Iron Mic! [03:12.86]It's the fifty-two fatal strikes! [03:15.68]Duel of the Iron Mic! [03:17.95]It's the fifty-two fatal strikes! [03:20.41] [03:20.77]Huh, Master, he must be dreaming, heh [03:21.22]Well, if he is dreaming then he must be asleep [03:21.56]And if he's asleep, then I will wake him up! [03:24.30] [03:26.60]At the height of their fame and glory, they turned on one another [03:32.53]Each struggling in vain for ultimate supremacy [03:40.49]In the passion and depth of their struggle [03:43.84]The very art that had raised them to such Olympian heights was lost [03:48.72]Their techniques vanished