The Ride

[Verse 1: Akua Naru]
(Ride with 'Ku)
Who⁠—who⁠—who wanna ride with 'Ku?
Experience rebirth inside the womb
Hip-hop of the higher truth
Only the minds of few aspire to
Behold what the fire do
Musical sniper, who?
Murder ya track like I'm hired to
Cause demand, then supply ya too
So let me vibe with you
I bring terror like Al Qaeda crew
And walk smooth like I'm ridin' through
And hypnotize the room
Some macaroni and screwdriver too
I turned it out like MacGyver do
Now hear the sirens boom
Rap from the gutter to the choir pew
Leave em' for miles feelin' kinda blue
I got the⁠— I got the⁠—
I got the jazz like the Tribe Called crew
I cross covers like it's '92
And peep the science doom
From 8-track down to vinyl too
My sound swoop down, recline on you
I'm from the line that you⁠—
Wack MC's step aside for 'Ku
I'm pacifist with some violent views
I switch a side like, "Ooh"
Keep 'em on [?] like Rose Nylund do
And doo-doo on you from the height of Zeus

[Chorus]
(Ride with 'Ku) Grind your hips up
(Grind 'em, grind 'em, grind 'em, grind 'em, grind 'em up) Hey
(Ride with 'Ku) Get your hands up
(Get 'em, get 'em, hey, uh)
And just rock to this
(Ride with 'Ku) Grind your hips up
(Grind 'em, grind 'em, grind 'em, grind 'em, grind 'em up) Hey
(Ride with 'Ku) Get your hands up
(Get 'em, get 'em, hey, uh)
And just rock to this

[Verse 2]
Yo, Dig
Been what's happenin' since Raj' and Re runnin' 'em
Gunnin' 'em off the stage, revised the pun again
Known to tip the bouncer just to let my little cousin in
Old tan salons, the way I stay sunnin' 'em
Stuntin' with my estrogen, perfume the room to punish them
Hip-hop tourette fits a-fumblin' and mumblin'
I shapeshift and take the form of Susan Cunningham
Today I'm just 'Ku, the self-governin' stop frontin' when
Non-profit emcees, my mental state fundin' 'em
When I'm alone, I outnumber them
When I'm behind, I'm in front of them
They glorified sufferin'
Breast-fed the track, but they won't say I mothered them
Property values rise the minute 'Ku stumble in
I smack springs straight till Summer end
While y'all cats fall for Winter Wonderland
Wonderin' why legal strugglin' to construct a sentence up again
Type to get on his lap, bump and grind it up against
Make my man scream "Oh dear" like Mr. Snuffleupagus
Got heads from BK to Bangkok bumpin' this
Nympho flow to let you know who you fuckin' with
I'm the reason why Kriss Kross was jump-jumpin' it
Make hardcore thugs' fingers snap, double-dutch and skip
Hustled 'em, yanked the MPC chord from under 'em
Save the gun talk for NRA but Charles and hustlin'
Keep the wack rap till BET discover them
We be hip-hop in the park behind the jungle gym
I married the written flick by Charles Dutton and
Hype the crowd up, and leave the stage like George Jefferson

[Chorus]
(Ride with 'Ku) Grind your hips up
(Grind 'em, grind 'em, grind 'em, grind 'em, grind 'em up) Hey
(Ride with 'Ku) Get your hands up
(Get 'em, get 'em, hey, uh)
And just rock to this
(Ride with 'Ku) Grind your hips up
(Grind 'em, grind 'em, grind 'em, grind 'em, grind 'em up) Hey
(Ride with 'Ku) Get your hands up
(Get 'em, get 'em, hey, uh)
And just rock to this
(Ride with 'Ku)