“SO UNDERRATED is the brain Child of Rukas & Dekay. Written and recorded over a 4 year period, Rukas & Dekay have worked on many songs together. It was only until a fan suggested it would be cool to have them both do a collab album that the project happened. Rukas & Dekay, being very forward thinking and generally excellent examples of perfection and the ultimate pinnacle of mankind's every fondest yearnings, decided that this was actually their idea first, and so stole...err.. That is to say...took the idea back from said fan...and proceeded to execute this dashing, masterful plan of action, with utmost panache and supreme confidence in their superhuman otherworldly rapping abilities. As a intense connoisseur of hip Hop for 20 years now, I can honestly say hand on heart, and without an inkling of a shadow of a doubt, that these 2 London Lyricists are, well...quite frankly the bloody best there is at what they do dash it all! And if I say it, then people had better pay attention or...or...err...or, or they will have missed what I have said. Yes, yes that's it. But I digress...In the entire world, what other rapper can bring it raw like that young Dekay? yet at the same time with delivery of such delicacy and control... and in terms of coaxing emotion from the pen she grips so manically, none can touch her. Look at her go, the plucky young Skamp! I say, good show dear, jolly good show, what what. Rukas also brings his own to the table, with his much vaunted mirror writing, a style of rap named by Dekay on a cold dark...Autumn’s morning. Rukas liked the name and decided to take it. And he did. Yes, Rukas take's it. Ahem.. With his over the top borderline psychotic obsession with making more and more syllables rhyme in a sentence, it beggars the questions..."WHY?...and WHEN will he STOP? And most importantly, did he (as rumours from reliable sources state) make a deal with some Demon from some long lost archaic Nether-World to become this skilled? These and such others are questions we hope this much anticipated album will answer…”
“I have had the...experience of meeting these 2 pen smiths myself. Dekay I met while minding my own business walking through Camden Market with my 2 and a half illegitimate children, trying to find a suitably large pot and hardy scrubber for my stay at home mail order bride whom I purchased from Thailand one...hot sunny night. Her words to me were “BUY MY CD MATE” when I realised who it was, as I am a keen avid follower of Don’t Flop Battle League, I know I know, and what would the boys in the country club say eh? Hah! My little guilty secret, it makes me feel like I am “one with the cool kids you know? Really down with…err..streety stuff….cough…ahem yes well, as I was saying, I said to her, “Oh hello Dekay, yes, I’ve actually gone to a number of your performances, and have gladly purchased all your albums. I have them at home and in the car and I play them all the time” As I said this to her, I could not help but notice that although she was looking right at me in the eyes…she seemed to be…looking through me? I can’t describe it…She didn’t seem….regular is the only way I can put it. Some time passed. And then some more. She was…shaking her bag of CDS and..well..for lack of a better word, brandishing one of them at me. A little frantically I might add also. Just as I was about to ask if she was….okay, she said to me in a very friendly tone “BUY MY CDS MATE” Okaay…I thought it possible perhaps she did not hear me the first time, as it was in the middle of the market and a lot of noise going on. So I repeated loudly for her benefit, that I had indeed fortuitously actually already purchased her albums, and that they had a place of pride at my abode. She was silent for about 37 seconds, and as I was about to break this rather…intense uncomfortable silence with some placating innocuous comment or other, she again said “BUY MY CDS MATE! …at this point I realised there was indeed something very, very wrong with this young lady. I slowly, slowly backed away. Her eyes never left mine…not once. In fact on recall, I did not actually see her blink once at all in the 5 minutes I spent…conversing with..err…at her. I turned around when I was a good safe 30 yards away and nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw that she was still staring at me…right in the eyes…and repeating the mantra “BUY MY CDS MATE, BUY MY CDS MATE, BUY MY CDS MATE,” I looked around to see if anyone else had noticed this extremely…odd behaviour, and improbable as it sounds, it was like they were all used to her!Upon closer inspection, I saw to my utter astonishment, that every single person, had a Dekay album in their shopping bags or hands! I felt…something very fundamentally wrong change in me that one fateful encounter. I no longer go to concerts. I no longer go out at all now. I have Tesco deliver… Everything. Still, there are times when one cannot help but to go out on some important errand or another, and On the many, many times I have encountered Dekay over the years…no words on my part are needed now. I am now the…proud owner of 87 copies of her albums. Yes that’s right. 87 COPIES. OF. EVERY. SINGLE. ALBUM. SHE. HAS. OUT… sigh…I don’t really listen music any more…
Rukas I met while I was helping an old lady down the escalators. He seemed to just abruptly ‘Appear’ in front of me! As I was assisting sweet old Miss Mavis and trying not to stare at her rather disconcerting and oversized wart, which by some ill luck was located bang smack in the middle of her eyes… I mean mathematically right in the middle. How can you NOT look at it? oh, sorry I do go off on my little tangents do I not? (Titter) (Snort) Now where was I? oh that's right. One minute I was staring, I mean looking at sweet old Miss Mavis from number 23, when suddenly this desperate (and frankly quite peculiar) character was in front of me. I was about to ask him to kindly move aside as I was helping sweet old....well, Mavis to get down the escalators, when I glanced over the tanned oiled shoulders of this young ruffian, and with alarm realised poor old Miss Mavis was crashing down the (dangerous sharp made of metal lot of edges) escalators in free-fall, head over heels. To this day I still do not understand how that could have occurred, as she was at least 10 foot from the stairs. Ah well. It was at that point that this fellow, well...aggressively invaded my personal space, and shouted in my face "GIVE ME A WORD THAT RHYMES WITH ORANGES!!!!!!!!!!!" I was...a little bemused, not to mention alarmed at the ferocity of what was just a simple question., And wondered why the answer was so important that it would render the asker like unto a blood crazed raving lunatic…I told him that I wasn’t aware of any words that rhymed with ‘Oranges’ and at that point he completely flipped out. He came up to me nose to nose, all purple faced literally frothing at the mouth eyes bulging and shouted “YES! THERE! IS! WARRANT THIS, FOREIGN KIDS, POLLEN IS, TORRENT PISS, SOLEMN AS! GOD YOU PEOPLE MAKE ME SICK!!! SICK!!! USE YOUR F*UCKING BRAINS NEXT TIME OKAY? F*UCKING BACKWARDS INBRED TWO BOB C*UNT!”
…I was…a little perturbed at this point. He started walking away from me…backwards…and he seemed to be making peculiar noises as he did so…noises akin to…well…a baby lamb? I don’t know what to make of it to this day. But before I could ask why he was walking and making noises in such…a weird off key manner, he promptly lost his footing and fell. All the way down the escalators and landed on top of sweet old Miss Mavis! Last glimpse I ever got of this complete an utter raving lunatic was him shaking her viciously and shouting “GIVE ME A F*CKING GOOD PUNCHLINE! RIGHT! F*CKING! NOW!! GRANNY!!! THAT HAS 11 LETTERS IN AND HAS 23 SYLLABLE’S IN, AND YOU’RE ONLY ALLOWED TO USE SOUNDS THAT HAVE THE ‘S’ SOUND IN THEM! OH, AND IT HAS TO BE ABOUT THE COLOUR BURGUNDY. YOU HAVE 6 SECONDS! DO! IT! NOW! GO!!!!!”…I can say with the utmost confidence that I have never encountered him again. And My last closing word would be to avoid him at all possible costs. Ignore anything he has to say. He’s… not all there if ya catch my drift.
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