Koto Chotan Lyrics
| Song | Koto Chotan |
| Artist | RZA |
| Album | Birth Of A Prince |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Diggs, Turner | |
| 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 percent 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' y'all | |
| Lightin' bolts by writin' quotes | |
| Strikin' jolts that frightenin' to adults | |
| A to Zig-Zag you get smacked, all in a shit bag | |
| Bust like the sperm bag, 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 isWhile 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 | |
| BoulevardEast | |
| New York Squad in the yard gettin' ripped, at least 25 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 rockSo 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 problem 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 |
| zuo ci : Diggs, Turner | |
| Koto Chotan | |
| Yo, yo, Ruler | |
| ZigZagZag | |
| Allah, I' m not reneggin' | |
| I don' t fuck with dead pigeons or the pigskin | |
| You fuckin' fake 85 percent 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' y' all | |
| Lightin' bolts by writin' quotes | |
| Strikin' jolts that frightenin' to adults | |
| A to ZigZag you get smacked, all in a shit bag | |
| Bust like the sperm bag, 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 isWhile 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 | |
| BoulevardEast | |
| New York Squad in the yard gettin' ripped, at least 25 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 sawedoff 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 rockSo 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 problem 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 |
| zuò cí : Diggs, Turner | |
| Koto Chotan | |
| Yo, yo, Ruler | |
| ZigZagZag | |
| Allah, I' m not reneggin' | |
| I don' t fuck with dead pigeons or the pigskin | |
| You fuckin' fake 85 percent 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' y' all | |
| Lightin' bolts by writin' quotes | |
| Strikin' jolts that frightenin' to adults | |
| A to ZigZag you get smacked, all in a shit bag | |
| Bust like the sperm bag, 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 isWhile 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 | |
| BoulevardEast | |
| New York Squad in the yard gettin' ripped, at least 25 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 sawedoff 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 rockSo 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 problem 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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