Poetry’s Back

[Verse 1: Rumor]
The day I go shun rap be the day wanlov go turn born again
Or the day he'll go on TV and act porn again
Who dey rap more than him
That kid Ru them dey try kill his Vibe like Live FM
I kid u not, I think you nuts to think you can discourage me
Know that my dream is bigger than any words of discouragement
I told u I get level like I dey vas
And the ladies say I, Be fresher pass level hundred student
Non fa rap be what dey pap for this country but it shouldn't be the case
They said don't be in haste rumor chill u go make am I said no no
The success no dey come anymore than it has so I for go go
And take am by storm and reign
Well ain't that about a female dog
Dawg, I've been in this game for long really
As far as back as when I used to take out my Pee Pee
And tell my mom; "Momma I want to wee wee"
Seemingly you're here to see me
Sitting in the stance, probably no dey understand
What I'm saying, but you'll still clap your hands anyway
And walk up to me when I'm done and say; "Ru I'm a Fan"
And that's what keeps me going
That's what keeps me sowing these seeds
My harvest will be greater indeed
See, I do this thing cos I could bust
When I get behind these bars
There's no escape from Alcatraz, I could trust nobody
Them say I no go make am but they'll be so sorry dem no sabi
I'll do it with or with no deal
Till I run out of bars like Scofield
I know no chill
Yeah, bear witness and go tell
Them about Ru say like Wills Uncle you Phil him
They thought I'd fail but I'm doing it so well
Now they checking me out like I'm leaving the hotel
Well, imagine this beat had feelings and parents so as I kill em
It's apparent they'd have to bury em
But first carry em in a hearse
I imagine it must hurt
Open casket in the church
Look the dead in the face
You're mad and you're irked
And it's bringing out your worse
Its a wound that can't be nursed
But you're hoping to find closure as you put 'em in the earth
And the cops are on the search
For the writer of this song and the killer of this verse
Who only cares bout how he flows and is obsessed with how he surfs
There's a Yin and there's a Yang so with the gift comes a curse
I am perfectly human but an animal in my works
I'm hoping you're getting the picture I'm painting
There's no need for the phobia
What happened here is just a Prosopopoeia
Soak it in, soak it in
Reality's harsh dreams seem Utopian [Whatever]

[Verse 2: Ko-Jo Cue]

23 without a cover to my name
And yet I made a name off slaying covers
My come up in the game's been rough
I mean who would have predicted
A Siano boy with this much lyrics even existed
It's mad vivid, he's gifted
The reason that the smiles gone off wack rappers lips on every song he's allowed on
Mr. Write on a foul song
In Twi, Pidgen, English, not an L or R is pronounced wrong
Get it? Kick it, sick and, need a, medic
Me kura that raw hardcore that will feed a fetish
Sɛ mic yɛ table na beat yɛ plate aa
Ɛkyerɛ sɛ, that your, favorite rapper ɔyɛ dinner
Set it off, You don't want it with a god
Yeah dem dey but I'm a knight, I kill dragons with a sword
No, sorry, I kill dragons with my tongue
Cos if they spit fire, I kill em when I drag em on a song
I'm a higher power, with firepower
So high I tower in the game
The flow's in flames, come get a fire shower
I know say you admire how I
Connect the dots, let the nouns sit with the verbs, in my fire hour
Whana bɛba? Chale no other cats better
Me nbɔ shows but still I no dey lack cheddar
Me? dumb down the bars? Never
Victoria Hammah on a tape, tell the president, send a sack letter
Hwɛ wo nyɛ me size bɛɛma
King author, abi you see the kingdoms that I write, bɛɛma
You niggas know that we rap
King Ru and King Cue brought Poetry Back