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"Koto... Chotan..."
[RZA]
Yo, yo, Ruler Zig-Zag-Zag Allah, I`m not reneggin`
I don`t fuck with dead pigeons or the pigskin
You fuckin` fake 85% snake
Derelict ass bitch, your class 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 shitbag
Bust like the spermbag, because your germ had
You on some ol` fake thug shit
Drunk from the drink, gassed up by the drug shit
Wrong analysis: kidney shot cause dialysis
While the Gods rebuildin` Jerusalem, golden palaces
Babes in Wonderland wonderin` where the fuck 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 Killa]
Huh, get you amped off the anthem
Yeah, I get you amped off the uh...
Yeah, look, another smash hit
My niggas 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..."
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