歌曲 | Duel of the Iron Mic |
歌手 | GZA |
专辑 | Liquid Swords |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Diggs, Grice, Magidson, Wrubel |
[00:00.30] | |
[00:02.95] | Oh, mad one, we see your trap |
[00:09.32] | You can never escape your fate |
[00:13.97] | Submit with honor to a duel with my son |
[00:23.04] | I agree |
[00:24.55] | |
[00:24.97] | I see you're using an old style |
[00:27.48] | I wondered where you'd learned it from |
[00:29.49] | You know very well, it's yours too |
[00:34.50] | Heh, I had forgotten, will you show me? |
[00:37.69] | And what have you come for? |
[00:41.03] | You come here, since you're so interested - fight me |
[00:47.88] | |
[00:53.21] | Yo, picture bloodbaths and elevator shafts |
[00:56.08] | Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft |
[00:58.51] | Check the print, it's where veterans spark the letterings |
[01:01.30] | Slow moving MCs is waiting for the editing |
[01:03.84] | The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry |
[01:06.61] | A gaseous element, that burned down your ministry |
[01:09.48] | Herbal vapors and biblical papers |
[01:11.86] | Smoking Exodus, every ****** yard is plush |
[01:14.39] | Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions, facial expression |
[01:17.16] | Leaves impressions, try to keep a shark nigga guessing |
[01:19.85] | Give crazy shouts Son here's the outcome |
[01:22.46] | Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss |
[01:25.02] | Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings |
[01:27.66] | Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored Shearlings |
[01:30.38] | I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides |
[01:33.12] | On July 4th in Bed-Stuy |
[01:35.52] | Where money don't grow on trees and there's thieving MC's |
[01:39.29] | Who cut-throat to rake leaves |
[01:40.88] | They can't breathe, blood splash, rushing fast |
[01:43.70] | Like running rivers, I be that whiskey in your liver |
[01:46.47] | |
[01:47.15] | Duel of the Iron Mic! |
[01:48.87] | It's the fifty-two fatal strikes! |
[01:51.30] | |
[01:51.96] | This is not a '85 affair made clear |
[01:53.89] | When the Gods get on to perform storms blew up |
[01:56.87] | Wu's up, causing the crowd to self-destruct |
[01:59.56] | Killer Beez are stinging while I reveal |
[02:01.88] | Science that's heavily guarded by the culprit |
[02:04.73] | Bombing your barracks with aerodynamic |
[02:07.24] | Swordplay, poison darts by the doorway |
[02:09.88] | Minds that's laced with explosive doses |
[02:12.67] | Damaging lyrical launcher |
[02:14.81] | Lunge at the youthful offender then injure |
[02:17.29] | Any contender, testing the murderous Master |
[02:20.35] | Could lead to disaster, dynamite thoughts |
[02:23.15] | Explode through your barrier, rips the retina |
[02:25.81] | Who can withstand the astonishing punishing |
[02:28.34] | Stings to the sternum, shocked in the Hip Hop livestock |
[02:31.95] | Seeking for a serum to cure em |
[02:34.01] | |
[02:34.22] | Adults kill for drugs plus the young bucks bust |
[02:36.13] | Ducking handcuffs, throats get cut when dough rush |
[02:38.98] | Out of town foes look shook but still pose |
[02:41.41] | We move like real pros through the streets we stroll |
[02:44.25] | Bullet holes lace the windows in one-six-oh |
[02:46.63] | So control the avenues that's the dream that's sold |
[02:49.24] | Building lobbies are graveyards for small-timers |
[02:52.22] | Bitches caught in airports, Ki's in they vaginas |
[02:54.83] | No peace, yo the police mad corrupt |
[02:57.18] | You get bagged up, depending if you're passing the cut |
[02:59.87] | Plus shorty's not a shorty no more, he's living heartless |
[03:02.70] | Regardless of the charges, claims to be the hardest |
[03:05.20] | Individual, critical thoughts, criminal minded |
[03:07.45] | Blinded by illusion, finding it confusing |
[03:10.38] | |
[03:10.98] | Duel of the Iron Mic! |
[03:12.86] | It's the fifty-two fatal strikes! |
[03:15.68] | Duel of the Iron Mic! |
[03:17.95] | It's the fifty-two fatal strikes! |
[03:20.41] | |
[03:20.77] | Huh, Master, he must be dreaming, heh |
[03:21.22] | Well, if he is dreaming then he must be asleep |
[03:21.56] | And if he's asleep, then I will wake him up! |
[03:24.30] | |
[03:26.60] | At the height of their fame and glory, they turned on one another |
[03:32.53] | Each struggling in vain for ultimate supremacy |
[03:40.49] | In the passion and depth of their struggle |
[03:43.84] | The very art that had raised them to such Olympian heights was lost |
[03:48.72] | Their techniques vanished |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Diggs, Grice, Magidson, Wrubel |
[00:00.30] | |
[00:02.95] | Oh, mad one, we see your trap |
[00:09.32] | You can never escape your fate |
[00:13.97] | Submit with honor to a duel with my son |
[00:23.04] | I agree |
[00:24.55] | |
[00:24.97] | I see you' re using an old style |
[00:27.48] | I wondered where you' d learned it from |
[00:29.49] | You know very well, it' s yours too |
[00:34.50] | Heh, I had forgotten, will you show me? |
[00:37.69] | And what have you come for? |
[00:41.03] | You come here, since you' re so interested fight me |
[00:47.88] | |
[00:53.21] | Yo, picture bloodbaths and elevator shafts |
[00:56.08] | Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft |
[00:58.51] | Check the print, it' s where veterans spark the letterings |
[01:01.30] | Slow moving MCs is waiting for the editing |
[01:03.84] | The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry |
[01:06.61] | A gaseous element, that burned down your ministry |
[01:09.48] | Herbal vapors and biblical papers |
[01:11.86] | Smoking Exodus, every yard is plush |
[01:14.39] | Fuck the screwfaced photo sessions, facial expression |
[01:17.16] | Leaves impressions, try to keep a shark nigga guessing |
[01:19.85] | Give crazy shouts Son here' s the outcome |
[01:22.46] | Cut across the semigloss rhymes you floss |
[01:25.02] | Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings |
[01:27.66] | Suedefronts, bellbottoms, and tricolored Shearlings |
[01:30.38] | I ain' t particular, I bang like vehicular homicides |
[01:33.12] | On July 4th in BedStuy |
[01:35.52] | Where money don' t grow on trees and there' s thieving MC' s |
[01:39.29] | Who cutthroat to rake leaves |
[01:40.88] | They can' t breathe, blood splash, rushing fast |
[01:43.70] | Like running rivers, I be that whiskey in your liver |
[01:46.47] | |
[01:47.15] | Duel of the Iron Mic! |
[01:48.87] | It' s the fiftytwo fatal strikes! |
[01:51.30] | |
[01:51.96] | This is not a ' 85 affair made clear |
[01:53.89] | When the Gods get on to perform storms blew up |
[01:56.87] | Wu' s up, causing the crowd to selfdestruct |
[01:59.56] | Killer Beez are stinging while I reveal |
[02:01.88] | Science that' s heavily guarded by the culprit |
[02:04.73] | Bombing your barracks with aerodynamic |
[02:07.24] | Swordplay, poison darts by the doorway |
[02:09.88] | Minds that' s laced with explosive doses |
[02:12.67] | Damaging lyrical launcher |
[02:14.81] | Lunge at the youthful offender then injure |
[02:17.29] | Any contender, testing the murderous Master |
[02:20.35] | Could lead to disaster, dynamite thoughts |
[02:23.15] | Explode through your barrier, rips the retina |
[02:25.81] | Who can withstand the astonishing punishing |
[02:28.34] | Stings to the sternum, shocked in the Hip Hop livestock |
[02:31.95] | Seeking for a serum to cure em |
[02:34.01] | |
[02:34.22] | Adults kill for drugs plus the young bucks bust |
[02:36.13] | Ducking handcuffs, throats get cut when dough rush |
[02:38.98] | Out of town foes look shook but still pose |
[02:41.41] | We move like real pros through the streets we stroll |
[02:44.25] | Bullet holes lace the windows in onesixoh |
[02:46.63] | So control the avenues that' s the dream that' s sold |
[02:49.24] | Building lobbies are graveyards for smalltimers |
[02:52.22] | Bitches caught in airports, Ki' s in they vaginas |
[02:54.83] | No peace, yo the police mad corrupt |
[02:57.18] | You get bagged up, depending if you' re passing the cut |
[02:59.87] | Plus shorty' s not a shorty no more, he' s living heartless |
[03:02.70] | Regardless of the charges, claims to be the hardest |
[03:05.20] | Individual, critical thoughts, criminal minded |
[03:07.45] | Blinded by illusion, finding it confusing |
[03:10.38] | |
[03:10.98] | Duel of the Iron Mic! |
[03:12.86] | It' s the fiftytwo fatal strikes! |
[03:15.68] | Duel of the Iron Mic! |
[03:17.95] | It' s the fiftytwo fatal strikes! |
[03:20.41] | |
[03:20.77] | Huh, Master, he must be dreaming, heh |
[03:21.22] | Well, if he is dreaming then he must be asleep |
[03:21.56] | And if he' s asleep, then I will wake him up! |
[03:24.30] | |
[03:26.60] | At the height of their fame and glory, they turned on one another |
[03:32.53] | Each struggling in vain for ultimate supremacy |
[03:40.49] | In the passion and depth of their struggle |
[03:43.84] | The very art that had raised them to such Olympian heights was lost |
[03:48.72] | Their techniques vanished |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Diggs, Grice, Magidson, Wrubel |
[00:00.30] | |
[00:02.95] | Oh, mad one, we see your trap |
[00:09.32] | You can never escape your fate |
[00:13.97] | Submit with honor to a duel with my son |
[00:23.04] | I agree |
[00:24.55] | |
[00:24.97] | I see you' re using an old style |
[00:27.48] | I wondered where you' d learned it from |
[00:29.49] | You know very well, it' s yours too |
[00:34.50] | Heh, I had forgotten, will you show me? |
[00:37.69] | And what have you come for? |
[00:41.03] | You come here, since you' re so interested fight me |
[00:47.88] | |
[00:53.21] | Yo, picture bloodbaths and elevator shafts |
[00:56.08] | Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft |
[00:58.51] | Check the print, it' s where veterans spark the letterings |
[01:01.30] | Slow moving MCs is waiting for the editing |
[01:03.84] | The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry |
[01:06.61] | A gaseous element, that burned down your ministry |
[01:09.48] | Herbal vapors and biblical papers |
[01:11.86] | Smoking Exodus, every yard is plush |
[01:14.39] | Fuck the screwfaced photo sessions, facial expression |
[01:17.16] | Leaves impressions, try to keep a shark nigga guessing |
[01:19.85] | Give crazy shouts Son here' s the outcome |
[01:22.46] | Cut across the semigloss rhymes you floss |
[01:25.02] | Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings |
[01:27.66] | Suedefronts, bellbottoms, and tricolored Shearlings |
[01:30.38] | I ain' t particular, I bang like vehicular homicides |
[01:33.12] | On July 4th in BedStuy |
[01:35.52] | Where money don' t grow on trees and there' s thieving MC' s |
[01:39.29] | Who cutthroat to rake leaves |
[01:40.88] | They can' t breathe, blood splash, rushing fast |
[01:43.70] | Like running rivers, I be that whiskey in your liver |
[01:46.47] | |
[01:47.15] | Duel of the Iron Mic! |
[01:48.87] | It' s the fiftytwo fatal strikes! |
[01:51.30] | |
[01:51.96] | This is not a ' 85 affair made clear |
[01:53.89] | When the Gods get on to perform storms blew up |
[01:56.87] | Wu' s up, causing the crowd to selfdestruct |
[01:59.56] | Killer Beez are stinging while I reveal |
[02:01.88] | Science that' s heavily guarded by the culprit |
[02:04.73] | Bombing your barracks with aerodynamic |
[02:07.24] | Swordplay, poison darts by the doorway |
[02:09.88] | Minds that' s laced with explosive doses |
[02:12.67] | Damaging lyrical launcher |
[02:14.81] | Lunge at the youthful offender then injure |
[02:17.29] | Any contender, testing the murderous Master |
[02:20.35] | Could lead to disaster, dynamite thoughts |
[02:23.15] | Explode through your barrier, rips the retina |
[02:25.81] | Who can withstand the astonishing punishing |
[02:28.34] | Stings to the sternum, shocked in the Hip Hop livestock |
[02:31.95] | Seeking for a serum to cure em |
[02:34.01] | |
[02:34.22] | Adults kill for drugs plus the young bucks bust |
[02:36.13] | Ducking handcuffs, throats get cut when dough rush |
[02:38.98] | Out of town foes look shook but still pose |
[02:41.41] | We move like real pros through the streets we stroll |
[02:44.25] | Bullet holes lace the windows in onesixoh |
[02:46.63] | So control the avenues that' s the dream that' s sold |
[02:49.24] | Building lobbies are graveyards for smalltimers |
[02:52.22] | Bitches caught in airports, Ki' s in they vaginas |
[02:54.83] | No peace, yo the police mad corrupt |
[02:57.18] | You get bagged up, depending if you' re passing the cut |
[02:59.87] | Plus shorty' s not a shorty no more, he' s living heartless |
[03:02.70] | Regardless of the charges, claims to be the hardest |
[03:05.20] | Individual, critical thoughts, criminal minded |
[03:07.45] | Blinded by illusion, finding it confusing |
[03:10.38] | |
[03:10.98] | Duel of the Iron Mic! |
[03:12.86] | It' s the fiftytwo fatal strikes! |
[03:15.68] | Duel of the Iron Mic! |
[03:17.95] | It' s the fiftytwo fatal strikes! |
[03:20.41] | |
[03:20.77] | Huh, Master, he must be dreaming, heh |
[03:21.22] | Well, if he is dreaming then he must be asleep |
[03:21.56] | And if he' s asleep, then I will wake him up! |
[03:24.30] | |
[03:26.60] | At the height of their fame and glory, they turned on one another |
[03:32.53] | Each struggling in vain for ultimate supremacy |
[03:40.49] | In the passion and depth of their struggle |
[03:43.84] | The very art that had raised them to such Olympian heights was lost |
[03:48.72] | Their techniques vanished |