Duel Of The Iron Mic Lyrics - Liquid Swords - 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 

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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 

Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions facial expression 

Leaves impressions, try to keep a shark nigga guessing 

Give crazy shouts Son here's the outcome 

Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss 

Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings 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 

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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 sbut 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 

Bitches caught in airports, K'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 

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