Duel of the Iron Mic Lyrics
| Song | Duel of the Iron Mic |
| Artist | GZA |
| Album | Liquid Swords |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Diggs, Grice, Magidson, Wrubel |
| [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] | Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions, facial expression |
| [01:17.16] | Leaves impressions, try to keep a shark nigga 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| [01:25.02] | Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings |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] | Bitches 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 |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Diggs, Grice, Magidson, Wrubel |
| [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] | Fuck the screwfaced photo sessions, facial expression |
| [01:17.16] | Leaves impressions, try to keep a shark nigga guessing |
| [01:19.85] | Give crazy shouts Son here' s the outcome |
| [01:22.46] | Cut across the semigloss rhymes you floss |
| [01:25.02] | Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings |
| [01:27.66] | Suedefronts, bellbottoms, and tricolored Shearlings |
| [01:30.38] | I ain' t particular, I bang like vehicular homicides |
| [01:33.12] | On July 4th in BedStuy |
| [01:35.52] | Where money don' t grow on trees and there' s thieving MC' s |
| [01:39.29] | Who cutthroat 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 fiftytwo 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 selfdestruct |
| [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 onesixoh |
| [02:46.63] | So control the avenues that' s the dream that' s sold |
| [02:49.24] | Building lobbies are graveyards for smalltimers |
| [02:52.22] | Bitches 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 fiftytwo fatal strikes! |
| [03:15.68] | Duel of the Iron Mic! |
| [03:17.95] | It' s the fiftytwo 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 |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Diggs, Grice, Magidson, Wrubel |
| [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] | Fuck the screwfaced photo sessions, facial expression |
| [01:17.16] | Leaves impressions, try to keep a shark nigga guessing |
| [01:19.85] | Give crazy shouts Son here' s the outcome |
| [01:22.46] | Cut across the semigloss rhymes you floss |
| [01:25.02] | Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings |
| [01:27.66] | Suedefronts, bellbottoms, and tricolored Shearlings |
| [01:30.38] | I ain' t particular, I bang like vehicular homicides |
| [01:33.12] | On July 4th in BedStuy |
| [01:35.52] | Where money don' t grow on trees and there' s thieving MC' s |
| [01:39.29] | Who cutthroat 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 fiftytwo 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 selfdestruct |
| [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 onesixoh |
| [02:46.63] | So control the avenues that' s the dream that' s sold |
| [02:49.24] | Building lobbies are graveyards for smalltimers |
| [02:52.22] | Bitches 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 fiftytwo fatal strikes! |
| [03:15.68] | Duel of the Iron Mic! |
| [03:17.95] | It' s the fiftytwo 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 |
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