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Артист: GeniusНазвание : Duel of The Iron MicДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : progressive metal metal opera italian melodic metal rap Видео:
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Intro: 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 using an old style, I wondered where you had learned it from You know very well, its yours too [yo god, its a duel, its a duel] heh, by the gods, will you show me? [buck buck buck buck buck buck ] and where do you come for? [duel of the iron mic ] you come here, since youre so interested [duel of the iron mic ] fight me [in the moonlight niggaz I will strike] [what, what? bring it!] Verse one: the genius Yo Picture bloodbaths and elevator shafts Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft Check the print, its where veterans spark the letterings Slow moving mcs is waitin for the editin The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry A gaseous element, that burned down your ministry Herbal vapors, and biblical papers Smokin exodus, every square yard is plush Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions facial expression Leaves impressions, try to keep a shark nigga guessin Give crazy shouts son heres the outcome Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of sterlings Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored shearlings I aint particular, I bang like vehicular homicides On july 4th in bed-stuy Where money dont grown on trees and theres thievin mcs Who cut-throat to rake leaves They cant breathe, blood splash, rushin fast Like runnin rivers, I be that whiskey in your liver Chorus: ol dirty bastard Duel of the iron mic! Its the fifty-two fatal strikes! Verse two: master killer This is not a eighty-five affair, made clear When the gods get on to perform storms blew up Wus up, causin the crowd to self-destruct Killer bees are stingin somethin while I reveal Science, thats heavily guarded by the culprit Bombin your barracks, with aerodynamic Swordplay, poison darts by the doorway Minds thats laced with explosive doses Damagin lyrical launcher Lunge at the youthful offender then injure Any contender, testin 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 Seekin for a serum, to cure em Verse three: inspector deck Adults kill for drugs plus the young bucks bust Duckin handcuffs, throats get cut when dough rush Out of town foes look shook but still pose We move lioke real pros through the streets we stroll Bullet holes lace the windows in one-six oh So control the avenues thats the dream thats sold Bulding 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, dependin if youre passin the cut Plus shortys not a shorty no more, hes livin heartless Regardless of the charges, claims to be the hardest Individual, critical thoughts, criminal minded Blinded by illusion, findin it confusin Outro: ol dirty bastard Duel of the iron mics [the master, he must be dreaming, heh] Its that fifty-two fatal strikes [well, if he is dreaming...] Duel of the iron mics [...then he must be asleep] Its that fifty-two fatal strikes, nuh [and if he is asleep] [then I will wake him up!] [weahhhhaah-hah-hah!] 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 They very art, that had raised them through such rapiant heights was lost Their techniques, vanished | Похожие исполнители:
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