Bossu - Zadi The King

Swag Edin monim mobɔ Hey! Yeah Abɔ sɛn? Na W'ate anaa Abɔ dam! Me bue mano a mekyɛn dragon Me te rap afei me yɛ no jargon When im on the microphone forget stardom Wo hewhwɛ rap ne no atwa pic me wo ne album Ghana rap deɛ osei maka ntam Deɛ obɛ cross me no okyena obeka mpam Punch no atete a mo mbra bɛ penpam Commando gyina ha a yɛn yi VanDamme You feel the flow I still dey glow Rapper pue ha a na obiaa ayɛ slow Nsɛm no yɛ clear anii da ho sɛ snow Mayɛ sɛ bad speaker everyday adey blow Ahene mu hene medi me hene Me rap adwene no afu me dwene Punch too no ɛnyɛ me dene Yabrp a nka yada nti ntamfo nsa agyene Boys de gidigidi Stil sɛ me pue na omo believe Obi betu me rap nka magyimi gyimi Medaso ha mo a dwene dwene Deɛ oclaim sɛ oyɛ ohene hene Yɛpue ha a otea mu Nyame gye me gye me Hey!! Hey!! Mama yei Barima nie Ypn na yenie Sika wo fie Mama yei Barima nie Yɛn na yenie Sika wo fie Frɛ me Bossu Bossu Bossu Amɛnkyɛ mi Bossu Bossu ye Frɛ me Bossu Bossu Bossu Amenkye mi Bossu Bossu Bossu Bra mate ago drop for here Sucidal we dey drop bomb for here Na sɛ rap yɛ roman a me ne father We no dey give fucks for here M'atera obofour meyɛ Yesu Christo Adey promote niqqas buh adey still repeat o Dito dito take a seat o Dem dey try copy my style but dem no go fit o Four years ago dem say ago fade Me barber no mpo ada dem dey craze Mma mo nyɛ flyer till i get paid Cardi B ɛba Ghana bisa 50k All these niqqas bi punanis Shouts to my fans in sunyani Na sika no ada nso wanyane My heart dey beat pass Tubhani Mede speed no ba mu a mede murdar won murdar won Mengyae da mede bema won Never gone anyway adey gor my people Tonatonfo) se me trust me fans Binatone I be the wrong condom to fuck with flow narcotic I handle it nice acoustic Sim number ma port Me daamu koraa me sort Swag Mama yei Barima nie Yɛn na yenie Sika wo fie Mama yei Barima nie Yɛn na yenie Sika wo fie Frɛ me Bossu Bossu Bossu Amɛnkyɛ mi Bossu Bossu ye Frɛ me Bossu Bossu Bossu Amenkye mi Bossu Bossu Bossu Chairman boys no hwɛ me tesɛ big bag Menkoaa me lines no me drop a zigzag Too much energy me flow no wo six packs Upgrade style no a still mo wo kitkat Vincent i bi the man for the cedi Punch no pound for pound mento cedi Ɛnkyɛ na bank accounts mengye cedi Menko te a me te weak punches dont bi silly Hey! Fr3 me Bossu Bossu Bossu Am3nky3 mi Bossu Bossu ye Fr3 me Bossu Bossu Bossu Amenkye mi Bossu Bossu Bossu

The Dance of the Puppets The rusted chains of prison moons Are shattered by the sun. I walk a road, horizons change The tournament's begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly sing; Three lullabies in an ancient tongue, For the court of the crimson king. The keeper of the city keys Put shutters on the dreams. I wait outside the pilgrim's door With insufficient schemes. The black queen chants The funeral march, The cracked brass bells will ring; To summon back the fire witch To the court of the crimson king. The gardener plants an evergreen Whilst trampling on a flower. I chase the wind of a prism ship To taste the sweet and sour. The pattern juggler lifts his hand; The orchestra begin. As slowly turns the grinding wheel In the court of the crimson king. On soft gray mornings widows cry The wise men share a joke; I run to grasp divining signs To satisfy the hoax. The yellow jester does not play But gentle pulls the strings And smiles as the puppets dance In the court of the crimson king.