Rza - Koto Chotan

(feat. Masta Killa, Tash Mahagony)
`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...`