[00:00.000] 作词 : Herbert Magidson/Allie Wrubel/Gary Grice/Russell Jones/Robert F. "Prince Rakeem" Diggs
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Herbert Magidson/Allie Wrubel/Gary Grice/Russell Jones/Robert F. "Prince Rakeem" Diggs
[00:03.130] Oh, mad one, we see your trap
[00:09.366] You can never escape your fate
[00:14.531] Submit with honor to a duel with my son
[00:23.630] I agree
[00:25.887] I see you're using an old style
[00:27.833] I wondered where you'd learned it from
[00:31.554] You know very well, it's yours too
[00:34.285] Heh, I had forgotten, will you show me?
[00:39.401] And what have you come for?
[00:44.858] You come here, since you're so interested - fight me
[00:53.564] Yo, picture bloodbaths in elevator shafts
[00:56.147] Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft
[00:58.737] Check the print, it's where veterans spark the letterings
[01:01.574] Slow-moving MCs is waiting for the editing
[01:04.398] The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry
[01:06.949] A gaseous element, that burned down your ministry
[01:09.705] Herbal vapors and biblical papers
[01:12.054] Smoking Exodus, every square yard is plush
[01:14.563] **** the screw-faced photo sessions, facial expression
[01:17.197] Leaves impression, try to keep a shark nigga guessing
[01:20.457] Give crazy shouts, son, here's the outcome
[01:22.498] Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss
[01:25.127] Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings
[01:28.005] Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored Shearlings
[01:30.946] I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides
[01:33.937] On July 4th, from Bed-Stuy
[01:35.816] Where money don't grow on trees and there's thieving MC's
[01:39.301] Who cut-throat to rake leaves
[01:41.076] They can't breathe, blood splash, rushing fast
[01:43.539] Like running rivers, I be that whiskey in your liver
[01:46.354] Duel of the Iron Mic!
[01:48.648] It's the fifty-two fatal strikes!
[01:51.540] This is not a '85 affair made clear
[01:54.140] When the Gods get on to perform storms blew up
[01:56.832] Wu's up, causing the crowd to self-destruct
[01:59.505] Killer Beez are stinging something while I reveal
[02:02.128] Science that's heavily guarded by the culprit
[02:04.845] Bombing your barracks with aerodynamic
[02:07.633] Swordplay, poison darts by the doorway
[02:09.974] Minds that's laced with explosive doses
[02:12.670] Damaging lyrical launcher
[02:14.497] Lunge at the youthful offender then injure
[02:17.444] Any contender, testing the murderous Master
[02:20.602] Could lead to disaster, dynamite thoughts
[02:23.202] Explode through your barrier, rips the retina
[02:25.893] Who can withstand the astonishing punishing
[02:28.525] Stings to the sternum, shocked in the Hip Hop livestock
[02:31.862] Seeking for a serum to cure 'em
[02:33.831] Adults kill for drugs plus the young bucks bust
[02:36.384] Ducking handcuffs, throats get cut when dough rush
[02:39.097] Out of town foes look shook but still pose
[02:41.816] We move like real pros through the streets we stroll
[02:44.294] Bullet holes lace the windows in one-six-oh
[02:46.853] So control the avenues that's the dream that's sold
[02:49.532] Building lobbies are graveyards for small-timers
[02:52.388] *****es caught in airports, keys in they ******s
[02:54.961] No peace, yo the police mad corrupt
[02:57.523] You get bagged up, depending if you're passing the cut
[02:59.906] Plus shorty's not a shorty no more, he's living heartless
[03:02.773] Regardless of the charges, claims to be the hardest
[03:05.351] Individual, critical thoughts, criminal minded
[03:08.087] Blinded by illusion, finding it confusing
[03:10.723] Duel of the Iron Mic!
[03:12.619] It's the fifty-two fatal strikes!
[03:16.049] Duel of the Iron Mic!
[03:18.096] It's the fifty-two fatal strikes!