Rza - Koto Chotan lyrics

(feat. Masta k**a, Tash Mahagony) "Koto... Chotan..." [RZA] Yo, yo, Ruler Zig-Zag-Zag Allah, I'm not reneggin' I don't f** with dead pigeons or the pigskin You f**in' fake 85% snake Derelict a** b**h, your cla** in dead weight Ain't no fire escape from hell, every devil ain't pale I blast like H.G. Wells: "War of the Worlds" Allah is Lord of all, you sure to fall Collapse like the Berlin Wall, while I'm just hurlin' ya'll Lightin' bolts -- by writin' quotes Strikin' jolts that frightenin' to adults A to Zig-Zag you get smacked, all in a sh**bag Bust like the s**mbag, because your germ had You on some ol' fake thug sh** Drunk from the drink, ga**ed up by the drug sh** Wrong an*lysis: kidney shot cause dialysis While the Gods rebuildin' Jerusalem, golden palaces Babes in Wonderland wonderin' where the f** Alice is While you're jerkin' your dick catchin' mad callouses Slave labor steel drivin' like John Henry Layin' down underground tracks for nine pennies [Masta k**a] Huh, get you amped off the anthem Yeah, I get you amped off the uh... Yeah, look, another smash hit My n***as from the Boulevard East New York Squad in the yard gettin' ripped, at least 24 a clip A 100 men stompin' your face the wolves barkin' Careful, you might get trampled, caught flashin' Wrap him in the maskin' tape, Jimmy Baskin Murder was the case when the crowd break fool Iron Mic Duel, held down by the poolside Along came a spider spun spools in the cipher Swing with all your might, lead spray from the sawed-off pipe Stenographer type, the ghetto hype slang Flow like water off the brim in the rain No escapin', Iron Maiden, check matin' Grandmaster Flash spinnin, P.F. cuttin' The sticky Ave. gooey, roll in the frontal leaf Jamel Irief smash teef in be [Tash Mahagony] Some people lyrics ain't hot My delivery is ill on the mic and I rock So hot, this stage should be a stainless steel pot Leavin' burnin' pains Neosporin couldn't stop On cats who couldn't rock Would shook 'cause I drop 'em Fear is a probelm in this game if you got 'em My mic I carry the heat for rappers playin' possum 'Fraid that I'm a see 'em, spit a rhyme, lyrically drop 'em Just to say I got 'em, but it's realer than that I'm about more that what you see and what I speak in my rap So be conscious of that Grand told you, "Watch the quiet ones, you didn't get it?" You think that you could rip a chick who spit her lyrics Pretty rhymes so tight my lyrics did it Got you open and it worked it and you won't admit it Hopin' that we both forget it These ain't no one night stand lyrics, I'm never really finished Got you duckin', tryin' to pivot, beware Next time, come wit' it "Koto... Chotan..."