Duel of the Iron Mic - GZA/Masta Killa.mp3

[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
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[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
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[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
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[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[01:25.02]**** is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings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
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[01:47.15]Duel of the Iron Mic!
[01:48.87]It's the fifty-two fatal strikes!
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[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
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[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
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[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!
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[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!
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[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