you to say, "Thank you sir, can I have another?" Your chance to wonder is up holler enough talkin So they won't be caught off guard when I'm knockin
panes Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice game Whether broke callisthetic, any style you set it Beat niggaz toothless, physically cut up like gooses But with iron
yours too Heh, by the Gods, will you show me? And what do you come for? (Duel of the Iron Mic) You come here, since you're so interested (Duel of the Iron
'mma leave Earth Earthlings, or whatever Human beings, I'mma beast your a feast, curly fries, onion rings this is not a f-cking game aint no referee's involved this is military combat soldiers standing guard
darkness, let me out Cause I am on the edge Am I lost or alive Without hope to survive Holy Dragon fly with me To the sky across the sea Guard of Glory
in your heart but never reveal. You were called by the Gods, their powers to wield. Guard well the secret of steel. A sceptre of iron could mercy bring
Candahar You gonna see so much red you think your man on Mars That concrete that's under your feet gon land on hard I got gooms that stand on guard Post
] Casually note the blossom of phantom alignment strategy [Verse Two] I'll make the water fall out of order in autumn SORTA CAUGHT'EM When their GUARDS
Ships made of copper pennies and silver Have sailed just like wishes away The flowers that float past her face in the water Will wither and soon fade away Trees guard
life sustained State you prime directives Eat your baby food Scum-filled city streets afraid Blow those crooked fucks away We're born inside this iron
to porduce more oil to repay all it's debt This strain upon the ecosystem's an environmental threat Rainforests have been ravished for iron smelting
had enough, but then I realized this song needs a hook an ironic little self refrential catchy freakin' hook so I made the chorus all about how this song needs a hook an ironic
many years just for one little fight He got what was comin' and I think I served enough time, I'm goin' home tonight That stone looks mighty cold and the guard
had brought such woe to his far-famed legions; these painted, pagan tribesmen who had resisted the Empire's iron fist where the glorious phalanxes of
cartwheel over the guard-rail Cut, cut, cut, cut! Niggas can't fuck around, cut, cut! Chorus x2 [tragedy khadafi] Yeah, yeah... Sporty thievs... Iron
19?s, shit with TV's Nigga?s who beefing dressed in black, I catch them off their P?s They play the game, very dirty in the UPT Is iron slangin? all
niggaz I'm beefin with watch your back UHHH!!! V.L. got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture V.L. got'cha catchin' up the guard
, it's about to get real scurry up in here You got the original, break da law's up in here for you hoes Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat Weak niggas guard your