Dirty_habiT Posted May 9, 2003 Share Posted May 9, 2003 ninjas scalin' your buildin no time to grab your gun... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
I am Fabio Posted May 9, 2003 Share Posted May 9, 2003 ...they already got your wife and children Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kromephillen Posted May 9, 2003 Share Posted May 9, 2003 Duel of the Iron MIC Intro: 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 using an old style, I wondered where you had learned it from 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!] Verse One: The Genius 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keep a shark nigga guessin Give crazy shouts Son here's the outcome Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored Shearlings I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides on July 4th in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 Chorus: Ol Dirty Bastard Duel of the Iron Mic! It's the fifty-two fatal strikes! Verse Two: Master Killer 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 Verse Three: Inspector Deck 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 oh 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 Outro: Ol Dirty Bastard Duel of the iron mics [The master, he must be dreaming, heh] It's that fifty-two fatal strikes [Well, if he is dreaming...] Duel of the iron mics [...then he must be asleep] It's that fifty-two fatal strikes, NUH [And if he is asleep] [then I will wake him up!] [WeahhhHAAH-HAH-HAH!] 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 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kromephillen Posted May 10, 2003 Share Posted May 10, 2003 I gotcha' back Chorus: GZA and RZA I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front Cause it's the niggaz that front, they be pullin stunts I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front Cause it's the niggaz who front (they be pullin stunts) Lyrics: GZA- I was always taught my do's and don'ts For do's I did, and for don'ts, I said I won't I'm from Brooklyn, a place where stars are born Streets are shot up, apartment buildings are torn and ripped up, stripped up, shacked up and backed up from fiends, cause the bosses on the scene, they got it cracked up Kids are slingin in my lobby Little Steve and Bobby Gettin paid but it's a life-threatening hobby Yeah, they still play hide and seek The fiends seek for the crack, and they hide and let the cops peep Grown folks say they should be out on their own Before the gangs come and blow up their mom's home Because they lifestyle is hectic, so fuckin hectic Blaow! Blaow! Blaow! Bullets are ejected My lifestyle was so far from well Coulda wrote a book with a title "Age 12 and Goin through Hell" Then I realized the plan I'm trapped in a deadly video game, with just one man So I don't only watch my back, I watch my front Cause it's the niggaz who front, they be pullin stunts Back on the Ave of Lavonia and Bristol with a pistol Stickin up Pamela and Crystal You know your town is dangerous when you see the strangest kid come home from doin the bid and nuthin changes What is the meaning of CRIME (what?) Is it Criminals Robbin Innocent Motherfuckers Everytime? Little shorties take walks to the schoolyard Tryin to solve the puzzles to why is life so hard Then as soon as they reached the playground, blaow! Shots ring off and now one of them lay down It's so hard to escape the gunfire I wish I could rule it out like an umpire But it's an everlasting game, and it never cease to exist Only the players change, so... Chorus 3X RZA - I gotcha back (8X) I gotcha back so you best to watch your front Cause it's the niggaz who front, that be pullin stunts I gotcha back but you best to watch your front It's the niggaz who front, that be pullin stunts Outro: (LP version only) *old man* Your, tech, nique, is, mag-ni-ficent When cut across the neck A sound like wailing winter winds is heard, they say I'd always hoped to cut someone like that someday To hear that sound But to have it happen to my own neck is... ridiculous *man gasps for air* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oldenglish Posted May 10, 2003 Author Share Posted May 10, 2003 thanks kromephillen. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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