| Yo, yo, Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, I’m not reneggin'
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| I don’t fuck with dead pigeons or the pigskin
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| You fuckin' fake 85% snake
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| Derelict ass bitch, your class in dead weight
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| Ain’t no fire escape from hell, every devil ain’t pale
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| I blast like H.G. Wells: «War of the Worlds»
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| Allah is Lord of all, you sure to fall
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| Collapse like the Berlin Wall, while I’m just hurlin' ya’ll
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| Lightnin' bolts ---- by writin' quotes
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| Strikin' jolts that frightenin' to adults
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| A to Zig-Zag you get smacked, all in a shitbag
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| Flushed like the spermbag, because your germ had
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| You on some ol' fake thug shit
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| Drunk from the drink, gassed up by the drug shit
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| Wrong analysis: kidney shot cause dialysis
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| While the Gods rebuildin' Jerusalem, golden palaces
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| Babes in Wonderland wonderin' where the fuck Alice is
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| While you’re jerkin' your dick catchin' mad callouses
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| Slave labor steel drivin' like John Henry
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| Layin' down underground tracks for nine pennies
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| Huh, get you amped off the anthem
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| Yeah, I get you amped off the uh…
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| Yeah, look, another smash hit
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| My niggas from the Boulevard
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| East New York Squad in the yard gettin' ripped, at least 25 a clip
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| A 100 men stompin' your face, the wolves barkin'
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| Careful, you might get trampled, caught flashin'
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| Wrap him in the maskin' tape, Jimmy Baskin
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| Murder was the case when the crowd break fool
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| Iron Mic Duel, held down by the poolside
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| Along came a spider spun spools in the cipher
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| Swing with all your might, lead spray from the sawed-off pipe
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| Stenographer type, the ghetto hype slang
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| Flow like water off the brim in the rain
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| No escapin', Iron Maiden, check matin'
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| Grandmaster Flash spinnin, P.F. |
| cuttin'
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| The sticky Afgooey, rolled in the fronto leaf
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| Jamel Irief smash teef in beef
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| Some people lyrics ain’t hot
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| My delivery is ill on the mic and I rock
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| So hot, this stage should be a stainless steel pot
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| Leavin' burnin' pains Neosporin couldn’t stop
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| On cats who couldn’t rock
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| Would shook cause I drop 'em
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| Fear is a probelm in this game if you got 'em
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| My mic I carry the heat for rappers playin' possum
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| 'Fraid that I’m a see 'em, spit a rhyme, lyrically drop 'em
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| Just to say I got 'em, but it’s realer than that
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| I’m about more that what you see and what I speak in my rap
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| So be conscious of that
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| Grand told you, «Watch the quiet ones, you didn’t get it?»
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| You think that you could rip a chick who spit her lyrics
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| Pretty rhymes so tight my lyrics did it
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| Got you open and it worked it and you won’t admit it
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| Hopin' that we both forget it
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| These ain’t no one night stand lyrics, I’m never really finished
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| Got you duckin', tryin' to pivot, beware
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| Next time, come wit' it
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| «Koto… Chotan…» |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Koto Chotan, artist - RZA. Album song Birth Of A Prince, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп