Duel Of The Iron Mic feat. GZA

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 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Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings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, 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