(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..."