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Duel Of The Iron Mic (feat. Masta Killa, Dreddy Kruger, Inspectah Deck & Ol' Dirty Bastard)

GZA

Hip-Hop/Rap

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
GZA
GZA
Vocals
Masta Killa
Masta Killa
Vocals
Inspectah Deck
Inspectah Deck
Vocals
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Vocals
Dreddy Kruger
Dreddy Kruger
Vocals
RZA
RZA
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Russell T. Jones
Russell T. Jones
Songwriter
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
Herbert Magidson
Herbert Magidson
Songwriter
Allie Wrubel
Allie Wrubel
Songwriter
Gary Grice
Gary Grice
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RZA
RZA
Producer
GZA
GZA
Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo, picture bloodbaths in elevator shafts
Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft
Check the print, it's where veterans spark the letterings
Slow-moving MCs is waiting for the editing
The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry
A gaseous element that burned down your ministry
Herbal vapors and biblical papers
Smoking Exodus, every square yard is plush
Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions, facial expression
Leaves impression, try to keep a shark **** guessing
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Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings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, from Bed-Stuy
Where money don't grow on trees and there's thieving MC's
Who cut-throat to rake leaves
They can't breathe, blood splash, rushing fast
Like running rivers, I be that whiskey in your liver
[Verse 2]
Duel of the Iron Mic
It's the fifty-two fatal strikes
[Verse 3]
This is not a '85 affair made clear
When the Gods get on to perform, storms blew up
Wu's up, causing the crowd to self-destruct
Killer Beez are stinging something while I reveal
Science that's heavily guarded by the culprit
Bombing your barracks with aerodynamic
Swordplay, poison darts by the doorway
Minds that's laced with explosive doses
Damaging lyrical launcher
Lunge at the youthful offender then injure
Any contender, testing 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
Seeking for a serum to cure 'em
[Verse 4]
Adults kill for drugs plus the young bucks bust
Ducking 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, depending if you're passing the cut
Plus shorty's not a shorty no more, he's living heartless
Regardless of the charges, claims to be the hardest
Individual, critical thoughts, criminal-minded
Blinded by illusion, finding it confusing
[Verse 5]
Duel of the Iron Mic
It's the fifty-two fatal strikes
Duel of the Iron Mic
It's the fifty-two fatal strikes
Written by: Allie Wrubel, Gary Grice, Herbert Magidson, Robert Diggs, Russell Jones

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