"Koto... Chotan..." 





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 





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 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..."