Duel of the Iron Mic
DJ MUGGS Lyrics

Ohh mad one
Addressing someone powerful

We see your trap
We are aware of your deceitful plan

You can never escape, your fate
You are bound to face the consequences of your actions

Submit with honor to a duel, with my son
Accept the challenge and fight with dignity

I agree
I accept the challenge

I see you using an old style, I wondered where you had learned it from
I notice you using an outdated technique and I am curious about its origin

You know very well, it's yours too
You are aware that this technique belongs to both of us

[yo god, it's a duel, it's a duel] heh, by the gods, will you show me?
I acknowledge that this is a battle and ask if you will demonstrate your skills

[buck buck buck buck buck buck ] and where do you come for?
I ask where you come from while making gun sounds

[duel of the iron mic] you come here, since you're so interested
I invite you to battle me since you show interest in the Duel of the Iron Mic

[duel of the iron mic ] fight me
I challenge you to fight me in the Duel of the Iron Mic

Yo
Hey

Picture bloodbaths and elevator shafts
Imagine violence and death

Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft
These violent lyrics are crafted with skill and authenticity

Check the print, it's where veterans spark the letterings
The experienced rappers are the ones who shine in the game

Slow moving mc's is waitin for the editin
Less skilled rappers need editing to sound good

The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry
The combination of elements that make up a good rapper

A gaseous element, that burned down your ministry
A powerful, explosive force that can destroy weak rappers

Herbal vapors, and biblical papers
Marijuana and religious texts

Smokin exodus, every square yard is plush
Relaxing while smoking weed, enjoying the good life

Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions facial expression
I don't care for fake, posed photos

Leaves impressions, try to keep a shark nigga guessin
My words make a lasting impression, and I keep my enemies on their toes

Give crazy shouts son here's the outcome
Proclaiming my greatness and predicting the results of the battle

Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss
Discrediting weak rhymes and boasting of my own strength

Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of sterlings
Your style is old-fashioned and irrelevant like the currency of the past

Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored shearlings
Fashion from the past that is no longer in style

I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides
I don't discriminate, I will take down anyone like a car accident

On july 4th in bed-stuy
On a specific day in a specific location

Where money don't grown on trees and there's thievin mc's
A place where money is hard to come by and there are many dishonest rappers

Who cut-throat to rake leaves
Violent and ruthless rappers who will do anything to make money

They can't breathe, blood splash, rushin fast
Their violent actions will have consequences, including bloodshed

Like runnin rivers, I be that whiskey in your liver
My impact on the rap game is like the intoxicating effects of whiskey

This is not a eighty-five affair, made clear
This is not a dated battle, it is relevant to the present

When the gods get on to perform storms blew up
When the top rappers enter the ring, the competition becomes intense

Wu's up, causin the crowd to self-destruct
Wu-Tang's presence causes excitement and chaos from the audience

Killer bees are stingin somethin while I reveal
I am uncovering some hidden truths while other rappers are attacking

Science, that's heavily guarded by the culprit
Secret knowledge is protected by the enemy

Bombin your barracks, with aerodynamic
I am attacking your defenses with precision

Swordplay, poison darts by the doorway
I am using weapons to take you down

Minds that's laced with explosive doses
My rhymes are powerful and explosive

Damagin lyrical launcher
I am causing damage with my rap skills

Lunge at the youthful offender then injure
I am attacking the inexperienced rapper and causing harm

Any contender, testin the murderous master
Anyone who challenges me will face my deadly skills

Could lead to disaster, dynamite thoughts
Challenging me would be dangerous, as my rhymes are explosive

Explode through your barrier, rips the retina
My words will break through your defenses and damage your eyesight

Who can withstand the astonishing punishing
Who can survive my devastating attacks

Stings to the sternum, shocked in the hip-hop livestock
My attacks are painful and shocking to other rappers in the industry

Seekin for a serum, to cure em
Other rappers are searching for a way to survive my attacks

Adults kill for drugs plus the young bucks bust
People of all ages are willing to commit violence for drugs

Duckin handcuffs, throats get cut when dough rush
People are willing to kill to protect their profits

Out of town foes look shook but still pose
Rappers from other places are fearful, but still try to look tough

We move lioke real pros through the streets we stroll
We move with confidence and experience as we navigate the streets

Bullet holes lace the windows in one-six oh
Gun violence is prominent in a specific area

So control the avenues that's the dream that's sold
The desire for control is what motivates many in the rap game

Bulding lobbies are graveyards for small-timers
The rap industry is unforgiving, and many rappers never make it

Bitches caught in airports, keys in they vaginas
Women involved in drug trafficking hide drugs internally

No peace, yo the police mad corrupt
There is no justice, the police are corrupt

You get bagged up, dependin if you're passin the cut
You can get arrested if you don't know what you're doing

Plus shorty's not a shorty no more, he's livin heartless
Young rappers have lost their innocence and become hardened

Regardless of the charges, claims to be the hardest
Even when faced with consequences, rappers maintain their tough image

Individual, critical thoughts, criminal minded
Rappers have their own ideas and think for themselves, but they are still involved in crime

Blinded by illusion, findin it confusin
Rappers are confused by the false realities they have created for themselves

Duel of the iron mics[the master, he must be dreaming, heh]
The other rapper must be delusional if he thinks he can beat us

It's that fifty-two fatal strikes[well, if he is dreaming...]
We will show him the reality of the situation

Duel of the iron mics [...then he must be asleep]
If he really thinks he can beat us, he must be asleep or foolish

It's that fifty-two fatal strikes, nuh [and if he is asleep]
We will deliver fatal blows to him