[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