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| subject : | [GZA]Duel of the Iron Mic |
| home : | http://chriskwon.hihome.com |
Intro: Ohh mad one ¿À ¹ÌÄ£ ÀÌ¿© We see your trap ³ÊÀÇ ÇÔÁ¤ÀÌ º¸¿© You can never escape, your fate ³Í ¿î¸íÀ¸·ÎºÎÅÍ, µµ¸Á°¥ ¼ö ¾ø¾î Submit with honor to a duel, with my son ÀÌÁ¦ ¸í¿¹¸¦ Áö°í Ç׺¹Çضó, ³» ¾Æµé°ú ÇÔ²² I agree ³ªµµ Âù¼ºÇØ I see you using an old style, I wondered where you had learned it from ¿¾ ½ºÅ¸ÀÏÀ» ¾²°í ÀÖ±º, ¾îµð¼ ¹è¿î °ÍÀÎÁö ±Ã±ÝÇѵ¥ You know very well, it's yours too Àß ¾Ë°í ÀÖ±º, ´Ï °Íµµ ±×·¡ [Yo God, it's a duel, it's a duel] Heh, by the Gods, will you show me? [Yo ½ÅÀÌ¿©, À̰ÍÀº ½Î¿òÀ̾ß, ½Î¿òÀ̾ß] Heh, ÁøÂ¥·Î, ³»°Ô º¸¿©ÁÙ·¡? [buck buck buck buck buck buck] And where do you come for? [Æã Æã Æã Æã Æã Æã Æã Æã] ³Í ¾îµð¿¡¼ ¿ÔÁö? [Duel of the Iron Mic] You come here, since you're so interested [°Ã¶ ¸¶ÀÌÅ©ÀÇ ½Î¿ò] ³Ê À̸®·Î ¿Í, Èï¹Ì·Î¿öÇÏ´Â °Í °°À¸´Ï [Duel of the Iron Mic] Fight me [°Ã¶ ¸¶ÀÌÅ©ÀÇ ½Î¿ò] ³ª¿Í ½Î¿öºÁ [In the moonlight niggaz I will strike] [´Þºû ¾Æ·¡¿¡¼, °ø°ÝÇϰھî] [What, what? Bring it!] [¹¹¶ó°í, ¹¹¶ó°í? °¡Á®¿Í!] Verse One: The Genius Yo Picture bloodbaths and elevator shafts Yo ÇÇ¹Ù´Ù¿Í ²ÈÇôÀִ âÀ» »ý°¢ÇغÁ Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft ¸¶Ä¡ ÀÌ Á¤Åë ±â¼ú·ÎºÎÅÍ ³ª¿Â »ìÀÎÀûÀÎ ¶óÀÓµéó·³ Check the print, it's where veterans spark the letterings ÇÁ¸°Æ®¸¦ È®ÀÎÇØºÁ, º£Å×¶ûÀÌ ±ÛÀÚµéÀ» ºÒ²ÉÀ» ³»¸ç Àû¾î³ù¾î Slow moving MC's is waitin for the editin ´À¸´´À¸´ÇÑ MCµéÀº ÆíÁýÀ» ÇÏ·Á°í ±â´Ù¸®°í ÀÖÁö The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry ÈÇÐÀ» ¸¸µé¾î³½ ´Ù¸¥ ¹°ÁúÀÇ ¿ë¸Å A gaseous element, that burned down your ministry ±âü »óÅÂÀÇ ¿ø¼Ò, ³ÊÀÇ ¼ºÀ» ÈçÀû¾øÀÌÅ¿ö¹ö·Á Herbal vapors, and biblical papers ½Ä¹°ÀÇ Áõ±â, ±×¸®°í ¼º¼ÀÇ Á¾ÀÌ Smokin Exodus, every square yard is plush 'Ãâ¾Ö±Á±â'¸¦ Æì, 1Á¦°ö¾ßµå¸¶´Ù ȣȽº·´Áö *¾ÕÀÇ ºÎºÐÀº ¼º¼ÀÇ Á¾ÀÌ Áß¿¡¼ 'Ãâ¾Ö±Á±â' ºÎºÐÀ» Âõ¾î¼ ´ã¹è·Î ¸»¾Æ¼ ÇÉ´Ù´Â ¶æÀ̰ÚÁÒ-.- Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions facial expression ÀÌ»óÇÑ ¾ó±¼ÀÇ »çÁø°ú Ç¥Á¤Àº Áý¾îÄ¡¿ö leaves impressions, try to keep a shark nigga guessin ±íÀº ÀλóÀ» ³²°Ü, »ó¾î°°Àº ³à¼®µéÀº »ý°¢¸¸ ÇØ Give crazy shouts Son here's the outcome ¹ÌÄ£µíÀÌ ¼Ò¸®Áú·¯, ¿©±â °á°ú°¡ ³ª¿Ô±º Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss ³×°¡ »Ë³»´Â ¹Ý¸¸ ºû³ª´Â ¶óÀÓÀº µÎ Á¶°¢À¸·Î Âõ¾î Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings ¹ú½á À¯ÇàÀÌ Áö³µ´Â°É, Sterlings ¸ñ°ÉÀ̳ª Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored Shearlings ½º¿þÀÌµå °¡Á×, ³ªÆÈ¹ÙÁö, ±×¸®°í »ï»ö Shearlingsó·³ I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides ³ ƯÃâ³ ³ðÀº ¾Æ³Ä, Bed-Stuy¿¡¼ 7¿ù 4ÀÏ ¹ú¾îÁ³´ø on July 4th in Bed-Stuy ÀÚµ¿Â÷ »ç°íó·³ ÁÂÃæ¿ìµ¹ÇÏÁö Where money don't grown on trees and there's thievin MC's ±×°÷¿¡¼± µ·Àº ³ª¹«¿¡¼ ÀÚ¶óÁö ¾Ê°í µµµÏ MCµéÀÌ ÀÖ¾î Who cut-throat to rake leaves ¸¶Ä¡ ³ª¹µÀÙÀ» °¥¾Æ¸ðÀ¸µí ¸ñÀ» µûÁö They can't breathe, blood splash, rushin fast ±×µéÀº ¼û½¬Áö ¸øÇØ, Çǰ¡ Æ¢±â°í, °¹°Ã³·³ like runnin rivers, I be that whiskey in your liver »¡¸® ´Þ·Á°¡, ³ ±× ° ¼ÓÀÇ À§½ºÅ°°¡ µÇ°Ú¾î Chorus: Ol Dirty Bastard Duel of the Iron Mic! °Ã¶ ¸¶ÀÌÅ©ÀÇ ½Î¿ò! It's the fifty-two fatal strikes! 52¹øÀÇ Ä¡¸íÀûÀÎ °ø°Ý! Verse Two: Master Killer This is not a eighty-five affair, made clear ÀÌ°Ç 85³âµµ ÆÄƼ°¡ ¾Æ³Ä, ½ÅµéÀÌ when the Gods get on to perform storms blew up ÅÂdzÀ» ¸¸µé¾î À̰÷À» û¼ÒÇÏ·Á´Â °÷ÀÌÁö Wu's up, causin the crowd to self-destruct Wu°¡ ³ªÅ¸³µ¾î, °üÁßµéÀº ±×¶§¹®¿¡ ÀÚÆøÇØ Killer bees are stingin somethin while I reveal ³»°¡ °úÇÐÀÇ ºñ¹ÐÀ» ¹þ±â´Â µ¿¾È, »ìÀιúµéÀº Science, that's heavily guarded by the culprit ħÀ» ³¹«ÇÏÁö, ´Ù¸¥ ¹ü¹ýÀÚµéÀÌ ÁöÄÑÁÖÁö Bombin your barracks, with aerodynamic ³× ¸·»ç¿¡ ÆøÅºÀ» ¶³¾î¶ß·Á, °øÁß¿¡ ÆîÃÄÁö´Â swordplay, poison darts by the doorway Ä®ºÎ¸²°ú, ¹® ¾ÕÀ¸·Î ´øÁ®Áö´Â µ¶ÀÌ ¹¯Àº ´ÙÆ® Minds that's laced with explosive doses Æø¹ß¹°·Î Æ÷ÀåÀÌ µÈ ¸¶À½ Damagin lyrical launcher ³×°Ô ´ë¹ÌÁö¸¦ ÀÔÈ÷´Â °¡»ç ¹ÙÁÖÄ« Lunge at the youthful offender then injure ³× ÀþÀº ¹«·ÊÇÑ ³ðÀ» Â°í, ¾î¶² ¼±¼ö¶óµµ any contender, testin the murderous Master »óó¸¦ ÀÔÈ÷Áö, Master¸¦ ½ÃÇèÇÏ´Â °ÍÀº could lead to disaster, dynamite thoughts Àç¾ÓÀ» ºÒ·¯¿Ã ¼ö ÀÖ¾î, ´ÙÀ̳ª¸¶ÀÌÆ® °°Àº »ý°¢ÀÌ explode through your barrier, rips the retina ´Ï ¹æ¾î¸·À» ¶Õ°í, ȫ並 Âõ¾î¹ö¸®Áö Who can withstand the astonishing punishing ´©°¡ ÀÌ °æÀÌ·Î¿î ¹úÀ» Âü¾Æ³¾ ¼ö ÀÖ³ª Stings to the sternum, shocked in the hip-hop livestock °¡½¿ÆÇÀÇ ¹úħ, ÈüÇÕ °¡Ãà·ùµé¿¡°Ô ¼îÅ©¸¦ ¾È°ÜÁÖ´Ï Seekin for a serum, to cure em ±×µéÀ» Ä¡À¯ÇÒ ¾àÀ» ã°í ÀÖÁö Verse Three: Inspector Deck Adults kill for drugs plus the young bucks bust ¾î¸¥µéÀº ¸¶¾à ¶§¹®¿¡ ¼·Ñ Á×À̰í, ÀþÀºÀ̵éÀº ÃÑÀ» ½î°í Duckin handcuffs, throats get cut when dough rush ¼ö°©À» ÇÇÇϰí, ¼öÀûÀ¸·Î ¹Ð¸®¸é ¸ñÀÌ Àß·Á Out of town foes look shook but still pose µµ½Ã ¹Û¿¡ ÀÖ´Â ÀûµéÀº °Ì¸ÔÀº °Í °°Áö¸¸ ¾ÆÁ÷µµ ÆûÀº ³» We move like real pros through the streets we stroll ¿ì¸° ÁøÂ¥ ÇÁ·Îó·³ °Å¸®¸¦ Ȱº¸ÇÏÁö Bullet holes lace the windows in one-six oh ÃÑ¾Ë ±¸¸ÛÀ» â¹®¿¡´Ù ³»ÁÖ°í So control the avenues that's the dream that's sold Å«±æÀ» Á¶Á¾ÇØ, ¿ì¸®¿¡°Ô ÆÈ¸° ²Þ Bulding lobbies are graveyards for small-timers ºôµù ·Îºñ´Â ¼ÒÀÎ(á³ìÑ)µéÀ» À§ÇÑ ¹¦Áö Bitches caught in airports, keys in they vaginas ¿©ÀÚµéÀº °Å±â¿¡ ¸¶¾àÀ» ¼û±â°í °øÇ×À» ºüÁ®³ª¿À·Á´Ù ÀâÇô No peace, yo the police mad corrupt ÆòÈ´Â ¾ø¾î, yo °æÂûÀº ½âÀ»´ë·Î ½â¾úÁö You get bagged up, dependin if you're passin the cut ¸¸¾à ÀÌ Çѵµ¼±À» ³Ñ´À³Ä ¸¶´À³Ä¿¡ µû¶ó¼ ³×°Ô µ¹¾Æ¿À´Â ¸òµµ ´Þ¶óÁ® Plus shorty's not a shorty no more, he's livin heartless °Ô´Ù°¡ ²¿¸¶µµ ²¿¸¶°¡ ¾Æ³Ä, Â÷°¡¿î ¸¶À½À¸·Î »ì¾Æ°¡Áö Regardless of the charges, claims to be the hardest Á˸ñ¿¡ »ó°ü¾øÀÌ, ÃÖ°À̶ó°í ÀÚºÎÇÏ´Â individual, critical thoughts, criminal minded ±× ³à¼®, Ä¡¸íÀûÀÎ »ý°¢, ¹üÁËÀÎÀÇ ¸¶À½ Blinded by illusion, findin it confusin ȯ»ó¿¡ ÀÇÇØ ´«ÀÌ ¸ÖÀº, È¥¶õ½º·¯¿öÇÏ´Â ³à¼® Outro: Ol Dirty Bastard Duel of the iron mics [The master, he must be dreaming, heh] °Ã¶ ¸¶ÀÌÅ©ÀÇ ´ë°á [¸¶½ºÅÍ, ±×´Â ²ÞÀ» ²Ù°í Àִ°Š°°¾Æ, Çì] It's that fifty-two fatal strikes [Well, if he is dreaming...] 52¹øÀÇ Ä¡¸íÀûÀÎ °ø°Ý [Èì, ¸¸¾à ²ÞÀ» ²Ù°í ÀÖ´Ù¸é...] Duel of the iron mics [...then he must be asleep] °Ã¶ ¸¶ÀÌÅ©ÀÇ ´ë°á [±×°¡ Àáµé¾îÀÖ´Ù´Â ¸»À̰í] It's that fifty-two fatal strikes, NUH [And if he is asleep] 52¹øÀÇ Ä¡¸íÀûÀÎ °ø°Ý, nuh [¸¸¾à Àáµé¾îÀÖ´Ù¸é] [then I will wake him up!] [WeahhhHAAH-HAH-HAH!] [±ú¿öÁà¾ßÁö!] [WeahhhHAAH-HAH-HAH!] At the height of their fame and glory, they turned on one another ±×µéÀÇ À¯¸í¼¼¿Í ¿µ±¤ÀÇ ³ôÀÌ¿¡ µû¶ó, ±×µéÀº µîÀ» µ¹·ÈÁö Each struggling in vain for ultimate supremacy ¸ðµÎµé ±Ã±ØÀÇ ÀÚ¸®¿¡ µµ´ÞÇÏ·Á Ç㹫ÇÏ°Ô ¹ß¹öµÕÄ¡Áö In the passion and depth of their struggle ¿Á¤°ú Èûµç ÅõÀïÀÇ ±íÀÌ They very art, that had raised them through such rapiant heights was lost ±×µéÀÌ ¹Ù·Î ¿¹¼ú, ±×µé ¼Ó¿¡¼ ±× ÈÖȲÂù¶õÇÑ °ÍµéÀº »ç¶óÁ³Áö Their techniques, vanished ±×µéÀÇ ±â¼ú, »ç¶óÁ³Áö |
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