[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Give crazy shouts, son, here's the outcome [01:22.498] Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss [01:25.127] Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings [01:28.005] Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored Shearlings [01:30.946] I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular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!