Duel Of The Iron Mic Lyrics - The Genius Gza

{Oh, 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 using an old style 

I wondered where you had learned it from 

Even I wondered too 

You know very well, it's yours too 

Yo God, it's a duel, it's a duel 

Heh, by the Gods, will you show me? 

Buck buck buck buck buck buck 

And where do you come for? 

Duel of the Iron Mic 

You come here, since you're so interested 

Duel of the Iron Mic 

Fight me 

In the moonlight niggaz I will strike 

What, what? Bring it} 

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 waitin' for the editin' 

The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry 

A gaseous element, that burned down your ministry 

Herbal vapors, and Biblical papers 

Smokin' Exodus, every square yard is plush 

Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions facial expression 

Leaves impressions, try to keep a sharp nigga guessin' 

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Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings 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 thievin' MC's 

Who cut-throat to rake leaves 

They can't breathe, blood splash, rushin' fast 

Like runnin' rivers, I be that whiskey in your liver 

Duel of the Iron Mic 

(You're quite good) 

It's the fifty-two fatal strikes! 

(You should tell him to take the same technique) 

This is not a eighty-five affair, made clear 

When the Gods get on to perform storms blew up 

Wu's up, causin' the crowd to self-destruct 

Killer bees are stingin' somethin' while I reveal 

Science, that's heavily guarded by the culprit 

Bombin' your barracks, with aerodynamic 

Swordplay, poison darts by the doorway 

Minds that's laced with explosive doses 

Damagin' lyrical launcher 

Lunge at the youthful offender then injure 

Any contender, testin' 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 

Seekin' for a serum, to cure 'em 

Adults kill for drugs plus the young bucks bust 

Duckin' 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-o 

So control the avenues that's the dream that's sold 

Building lobbies are graveyards for small-timers 

Bitches caught in airports, keys in they vaginas 

No peace, yo the police mad corrupt 

You get bagged up, dependin' if you're passin' the cut 

Plus Shorty's not a Shorty no more, he's livin' heartless 

Regardless of the charges 

Claims to be the hardest individual 

Critical thoughts, criminal minded 

Blinded by illusion, findin' it confusin' 

Duel of the iron mic's 

(The master, he must be dreaming, heh) 

It's that fifty-two fatal strikes 

(Well, if he is dreaming) 

Duel of the iron mic's 

(Then he must be asleep) 

It's that fifty-two fatal strikes, nuh 

(And if he is 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 

They very art, that had raised them 

Through such rapiant heights was lost 

Their techniques, vanished}