Duel of the Iron Mic

[Intro: samples] 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're using an old style I wondered where you'd learned it from You know very well, it's yours too Heh, I had forgotten, will you show me? And what have you come for? You come here, since you're so interested - fight me [Verse 1: GZA] 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 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 impressions, try to keep a shark nigga guessing Give crazy shouts Son here's the outcome Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored Shearlings I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides On July 4th in Bed-Stuy Where money don't grown 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 [Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Duel of the Iron Mic! It's the fifty-two fatal strikes! [Verse 2: Masta Killa] 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 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 3: Inspectah Deck] 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, K's 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 [Hook x2] [Outro] Huh, Master, he must be dreaming, heh Well, if he is dreaming then he must be asleep And if he's asleep, then I will wake him up! 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 The very art that had raised them to such Olympian heights was lost Their techniques vanished