RZA - Koto Chotan Lyrics
(feat. Masta Killa, Tash Mahagony)"Koto... Chotan..."[RZA]Yo, yo, Ruler Zig-Zag-Zag Allah, I'm not reneggin'I don't ***** with dead pigeons or the pigskinYou *****in' fake 85% snakeDerelict ass *****, your class in dead weightAin't no fire escape from hell, every devil ain't paleI blast like H.G. Wells: "War of the Worlds"Allah is Lord of all, you sure to fallCollapse like the Berlin Wall, while I'm just hurlin' ya'llLightin' bolts -- by writin' quotesStrikin' jolts that frightenin' to adultsA to Zig-Zag you get smacked, all in a shitbagBust like the spermbag, because your germ hadYou on some ol' fake thug shitDrunk from the drink, gassed up by the drug shitWrong analysis: kidney shot cause dialysisWhile the Gods rebuildin' Jerusalem, golden palacesBabes in Wonderland wonderin' where the ***** Alice isWhile you're jerkin' your dick catchin' mad callousesSlave labor steel drivin' like John HenryLayin' down underground tracks for nine pennies[Masta Killa]Huh, get you amped off the anthemYeah, I get you amped off the uh...Yeah, look, another smash hitMy niggas from the BoulevardEast New York Squad in the yard gettin' ripped, at least 24 a clipA 100 men stompin' your face the wolves barkin'Careful, you might get trampled, caught flashin'Wrap him in the maskin' tape, Jimmy BaskinMurder was the case when the crowd break foolIron Mic Duel, held down by the poolsideAlong came a spider spun spools in the cipherSwing with all your might, lead spray from the sawed-off pipeStenographer type, the ghetto hype slangFlow like water off the brim in the rainNo escapin', Iron Maiden, check matin'Grandmaster Flash spinnin, P.F. cuttin'The sticky Ave. gooey, roll in the frontal leafJamel Irief smash teef in be[Tash Mahagony]Some people lyrics ain't hotMy delivery is ill on the mic and I rockSo hot, this stage should be a stainless steel potLeavin' burnin' pains Neosporin couldn't stopOn cats who couldn't rockWould shook 'cause I drop 'emFear is a probelm in this game if you got 'emMy mic I carry the heat for rappers playin' possum'Fraid that I'm a see 'em, spit a rhyme, lyrically drop 'emJust to say I got 'em, but it's realer than thatI'm about more that what you see and what I speak in my rapSo be conscious of thatGrand told you, "Watch the quiet ones, you didn't get it?"You think that you could rip a chick who spit her lyricsPretty rhymes so tight my lyrics did itGot you open and it worked it and you won't admit itHopin' that we both forget itThese ain't no one night stand lyrics, I'm never really finishedGot you duckin', tryin' to pivot, bewareNext time, come wit' it"Koto... Chotan..."
