Duel Of The Iron Mic (Explicit)

Duel Of The Iron Mic - Genius/GZA
Ohh 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're using an old style
I wondered where you'd learned it from
You know very well it's yours too
Heh I had forgotten will you show me
And what have you come for
You come here
Since you're so interested fight me
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 waiting for the editing
The liquid soluble
That made up the chemistry
A gaseous element
That burned down your ministry
Herbal vapors and biblical papers
Smoking Exodus
Every square yard is plush
F**k the screw faced photo sessions facial expression
Leaves impressions
Try to keep a shark ni**a guessing
Give crazy shouts Son here's the outcome
Cut across the semi gloss rhymes you floss
Sh*t is outdated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 thieving MC's
Who cut throat to rake leaves
They can't breathe blood splash rushing fast
Like running rivers I be that whiskey in your liver
Hook Ol' Dirty Bastard
Duel of the Iron Mic
It's the fifty two fatal strikes
This is not a '85 affair made clear
When the Gods get on to perform storms blew up
Wu's up causing the crowd to self destruct
Killer Beez are stinging while I reveal
Science that's heavily guarded by the culprit
Bombing your barracks with aerodynamic
Swordplay poison darts by the doorway
Minds that's laced with explosive doses
Damaging lyrical launcher
Lunge at the youthful offender then injure
Any contender testing 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
Seeking for a serum to cure em
Adults kill for drugs plus
The young bucks bust
Ducking 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 oh
So control the avenues that's the dream that's sold
Building lobbies are graveyards for small timers
B**ches caught in airports
Ki's in they vaginas
No peace yo the police mad corrupt
You get bagged up
Depending if you're passing the cut
Plus shorty's not a shorty no more
He's living heartless
Regardless of the charges
Claims to be the hardest
Individual critical thoughts criminal minded
Blinded by illusion finding it confusing
Duel of the iron mics
Huh Master he must be dreaming heh
Well if he is dreaming then he must be asleep
And if he's 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
The very art that had raised them
To such Olympian heights was lost
Their techniques vanished