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Sir Mix-A-Lot

Iron Man

 

Iron Man

(albüm: Swass - 1988)


[background is Black Sabbath's "Iron Man," performed by the group Metal Church]
[chanting]

[Verse 1]
You could strike a match in my hand
Too black to tan, heavy-metal rhythm from a one man band
Bust my knuckles in a junkyard scuffle
Whipping adversaries with a brass belt buckle
Born in the ghetto, hard like metal
Got a '87 'vette with a fat gas petal
Live a hard life, shave with a knife
Love to get freaky on the gloomiest nights

[Chorus]
I got childhood scars in the streets of my life
Girls laughed, now they begging to be Mix-A-Lot's wife
The new breed is here, vigilante's of rap
Got eyes like fire, with my boys at my back
Now I'm back for revenge, all the rumors must end
Freaky breathing is out, bold music is in
I lot of dummies getting money, just by clapping their hands
Not the style or desire of a true Iron Man

(You know what I wanna hear)

[Verse 2]
A southside broola don't drink coolers
Big money maker, not a dumb drug user
It's real not drama, hate pet llamas
Met Clint Eastwood, slapped his momma
Billboard thriller, Avenue chiller
Hard rock lover, and soft rock killer
Girls in the house, watch your blouse
I'm the man your momma was warning you about
The bad boy of rap, giving no slack
Talk behind my back, and you might get slapped
You might get paid, but your metal ain't real
Your rock's like mush, this rock's like steel

[Chorus]

(uh, everybody now, [chanting])

[Verse 3]
A big ego crushing, MC's fussing
More lines in my face than a sunburn rushing
Hardly ever speaking, girl's be tweaking
Bugging off the drums, cause the snare be peaking
World's most hated, too bad to be rated
Making you mad and I'm elated
Beats sickapater, your bad I'm greater
Tougher than Schwarzenegger in "Terminator"
Guitar cord ripper, Perrier sipper
Transform scratching and not a needle skipper
Flesh like steel, MC's kneel
Mickey D's Shrimp Salad not part a my meal
Heavy drum hitter, can't stand kidders
Hate boss metal and I'm not a bullshitter
Girlies wanna kiss, suckers throw a fist
A lot of rappers try to rap, but it ain't like this

[Sir Mix-A-Lot talking]
Ha haha ha, the true Iron Man of rap dropping this big metal hammer
[voice yelling over Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Now that's true metal, posse up, yeah

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