"Koto... Chotan..."
Yo, yo, Ruler Zig-Zag-Zag Allah, Im not reneggin
I dont fuck with dead pigeons or the pigskin
You fuckin fake 85% snake
Derelict ass bitch, your class in dead weight
Aint no fire escape from hell, every devil aint 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 Im just hurlin yall
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 youre jerkin your dick catchin mad callouses
Slave labor steel drivin like John Henry
Layin down underground tracks for nine pennies
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
Some people lyrics aint 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 couldnt stop
On cats who couldnt 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 Im a see em, spit a rhyme, lyrically drop em
Just to say I got em, but its realer than that
Im 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 didnt 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 wont admit it
Hopin that we both forget it
These aint no one night stand lyrics, Im never really finished
Got you duckin, tryin to pivot, beware
Next time, come wit it
"Koto... Chotan..."
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