O’hene Savant
RAHM Renaissance
O’hene: Alright walk with me

Verse 1:
I’m hear to inform men, I score ‘cause I write scores and
Perform them throughout Europe for courts-men
Of course in a manner of Bach my chords blend
I play on a seventeenth century organ
In churches of more men before men
More men get to hear the harmony with no distortion
Emperors hearing, all the subjects to only subjects music
Next scene, no violets, just violins
I commend y’all, anyone who can admire them
Now let’s go, presto, allegro
Next show, guess O, maestro with the best flow
Don’t ask if I can rhyme, I’m ahead of my time
There ain’t too many that can explain these intricate lines
I’m getting warmed up, but always been hot
Not ever cold, I got skills, tell me

Chorus:
Do y’all want to be a part of this musical revolution
Well you must say yes, if you really love this execution
This is O, here’s a need the epitome get at me
Those rebelling against the industry
And another, man another, yet another, yes another
Just another R N joint
Verse 2:
I waltz in on a minuet, into it, ’til I begin to sweat
And yet I continue wet, I’m in you yet and far from the posthumous
With confidence I fuse hip-hop and operas
You author this type script into continent
Requiem kind of spit, cats will die for this
This joint is really on point, I am the new voice right now
Next scene, I’m Amadeus so damn you haters
Presently I do things that you can’t do later
Intellectuals find sense in my fine print
They say your lines dense, hence it’s nonsense
While you practice your flows canon, I compose canons
Across the Atlantic somewhere in Paris
Switching y’all moods while giving y’all fugues
I’m hitting y’all dudes like this
Scene three, I attack the rhythm with impulse, I been raw
Flow with me, dawg? Nah, that’s an insult
You cats are a joke, my raps are awoke
I blast at you folks using only half of a note
See the intellect display, I never been played
By rappers all radio, I’m a legend today
See in the future, they’ll talk about O as a divine genius, watch

Chorus:
Do y’all want to be a part of this musical revolution
Well you must say yes, if you really love this execution
This is O, here’s a need the epitome get at me
Those rebelling against the industry
And another, man another, yet another, yes another
Just another R N joint
Verse 3:
I’m Bach from Haydn with a joint you can’t Handel
Me and the wolf gang in Beethoven’s van dude
It’s a symphony, a timeless cantata
Most times I etch poems in the form of sonata
I was born a nada, well apart from the best flow
And the voice that echo my ghetto libretto
I intend though to try to get dough, rise like crescendo
And quit, matter fact emphatically, I state nobody can battle me
My rap is street gospel arranged thematically
Grammatically devoid of inaccuracy
So accurately I can say only a dummy would laugh at me
I’m not what these n***as tryna be
I study James Maxwell’s equations in trigonometry
While y’all bite flows and never rock shows, I ever compose these hits