Liquid Swords
Genius lyrics
Genius lyrics
"Duel Of The Iron Mic Lyrics"
Self-Inflicted Stagnation Lyrics
I try to scrape the rust, but im spreading this desease. It's killing motivation, as it coats the air I breathe. Distorting every image, as past and present bleed, Aher lost cause, another dead end street. Every day is that much worse, its getting worse, the way I want it.
I try to scrape the rust, but im spreading this desease. It's killing motivation, as it coats the air I breathe. Distorting every image, as past and present bleed, Aher lost cause, another dead end street. Every day is that much worse, its getting worse, the way I want it.
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, it's yours too
[Yo God, it's a duel, it's 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 you're 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, it's where veterans spark the letterings
Slow moving MC's 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
No Muerto Lyrics
Un dia todo empezo sonaba con una realidad mi mente se escondio terror tenia ya mis ojos miraron hacia mi interior un lugar oscuro vi, alli me refugie entonces comprendi que algo iba a pasar atrapado en mi, no podia reaccionar En mi vacio estoy y quiero escapar miro hacia la luz que no puedo alcanzar enfermo estoy, quiero salir de aqui ayudame! quiero salir de aqui. Una desgracia es mi infinito es el infierno en que cai soy el no muerto que i
papersUn dia todo empezo sonaba con una realidad mi mente se escondio terror tenia ya mis ojos miraron hacia mi interior un lugar oscuro vi, alli me refugie entonces comprendi que algo iba a pasar atrapado en mi, no podia reaccionar En mi vacio estoy y quiero escapar miro hacia la luz que no puedo alcanzar enfermo estoy, quiero salir de aqui ayudame! quiero salir de aqui. Una desgracia es mi infinito es el infierno en que cai soy el no muerto que i
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 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 thievin MC's
Who cut-throat to rake leaves
They can't breathe, blood splash, rushin fast
like runnin rivers, I be that whiskey in your liver
Chorus: Ol Dirty Bastard
Duel of the Iron Mic!
It's 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
Wu's up, causin the crowd to self-destruct
Killer bees are stingin somethin while I reveal
Science,
Smile Lyrics
Alright..., Alright..., First of all When you wake up in the evening and the day is shot Find yourself complaining about the things you ain't got Never goes just the way you want it to Clich? of the day, c'est la vie, that's just life It ain't easy, it's so tough, it's so easy 1: (Whatcha gonna do, say, whatcha gonna do) Put a smile on your face Make the world a better place Put a smile on your face (Whatcha gonna
that's heavily guarded by the culpritAlright..., Alright..., First of all When you wake up in the evening and the day is shot Find yourself complaining about the things you ain't got Never goes just the way you want it to Clich? of the day, c'est la vie, that's just life It ain't easy, it's so tough, it's so easy 1: (Whatcha gonna do, say, whatcha gonna do) Put a smile on your face Make the world a better place Put a smile on your face (Whatcha gonna
Bombin your barracks, with aerodynamic
swordplay, poison darts by the doorway
Minds that's 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 that's the dream that's sold
Bulding lobbies are graveyards for small-timers
Bitches caught in airports, keys in they vaginas
No peace, yo the police mad
Letters To God Lyrics
Caught off guard, all worked up The air is as dark and cold as night Let me go, I'm not done I swear i'l take just 1 life time And I, I wont lie, I wont sin Maybe I dont wanna go Can't you wait, Maybe I don't wanna go I should've asked, I could've helped, Atleast a fuckin thousand times before. Will this offer, get me in, Or does this prove that they gave more And I, I wont lie, I wont sin, maybe I dont wanna go Can't you wait, Maybe I dont wanna go,
orrupt
You get bagged up, dependin if you're passin the cut
Plus shorty's not a shorty no more, he's 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]
It's that fifty-two fatal strikes [Well, if he is dreaming...]
Duel of the iron mics [...then he must be asleep]
It's 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
Caught off guard, all worked up The air is as dark and cold as night Let me go, I'm not done I swear i'l take just 1 life time And I, I wont lie, I wont sin Maybe I dont wanna go Can't you wait, Maybe I don't wanna go I should've asked, I could've helped, Atleast a fuckin thousand times before. Will this offer, get me in, Or does this prove that they gave more And I, I wont lie, I wont sin, maybe I dont wanna go Can't you wait, Maybe I dont wanna go,
orrupt
You get bagged up, dependin if you're passin the cut
Plus shorty's not a shorty no more, he's 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]
It's that fifty-two fatal strikes [Well, if he is dreaming...]
Duel of the iron mics [...then he must be asleep]
It's 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