(Bobby J)

Don’t slip and fall into the trap - no Atlanta rap

This is Darwinism, you go extinct if you can’t adapt

We can go hand to hand or we can let the hammer clap

Choose your own ending like the Black Mirror: Bandersnatch

(Kwame)

Snatch you out your veranda, catch you slipping like bananas

In front of your girl Amanda from Guyana and I use to jam her

Homecourt advantage, my MPC is my canvas

I flow liquid like I’m from Atlantis, lights, cameras

(Bobby J)

God dammit - Nanananana

The bandits vanished, I’m famished

You amateurs all get ate up like salmon, a can of spam, and the ham on a sandwich

Brandish my weapon and manage to damage with verses and stanzas

My grammar sets the standards on campus

(Kwame)

It’s the man we all know

Bobby speed it up, I return the ball slow

Dripping from the feet on up to the torso

Teleport - no auto

On my own wave, get a snorkel, keep your jaw closed

(Bobby)

Also you all flow awful

Forgo your chain ‘fore your leaking Bordeaux from the corn row

Gaping like a Colombian born foreign ho

On all fours doing anal in a porno

(Kwame)

What? Anal in a porno, you mentally gone bro

That shit you on yo, please avoid from here on

Smoke Heron’ flow, gear on coke

Like we’re on opioids these Queens boys destroy, clear done! Dope!

(Chorus)

It’s the return of the diabolical duo

Kudos to my haters I’m waving at you from Pluto

Its the return of the undisputed numero uno

I’m not a Puerto Rican but I’m speaking so that u know!

Its the return of the trunk music from the jeeps to the 2 doors

You don’t want no smoke you pseudo rappers is cult

Its the return of the boom bap black hoodie shit

Back with the back and forth, back on our bully shit

(Bobby)

Yo Kwam’ come to think of it my pen game is insane

(Kwame)

Bob I hover over rappers never in lanes, I been flames

(Bobby)

Shit, same mackin ten dames this pimp game been ingrained

(Kwame)

Goin for the win all in vein, dispense pain, give in man!

(Bobby)

I was sick with the similes since u was sipping similac

(Kwame)

I flip a track spit a rap considered crack, y’all shit is wack

(Bobby)

You’ll get fried to a fricassee if we was spitting tit for tat

(Kwame)

Don’t play no games this ain’t pitty pat I pity that you’re pussy like a kitty cat

(Bobby)

Gimme that! The mic is mine, its like the clash of the titans

Lightning strikingly while I write this rhyme

We got the city back it’s right on time

I’ll make you dash like a hyphen, if you biting out of spite you dying!

(Kwame)

Man this kid thought his life was fine

Til they dropped a dime, checked his timeline saw his wife was mine

Piped it from behind, I’m never inclined to dine on that swine

Time to wheel up Selektah come rewind!