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bobby j from rockaway - the return lyrics

(bobby j)
don’t slip and fall into the trap – no atlanta rap
this is darwinism, you got 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: bandersn-tch

(kwame)
sn-tch 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 -n-l in a p-rno

(kwame)
what? -n-l in a p-rno, you mentally gone bro
that sh-t you on yo, please avoid from here on
smoke heron’ flow, gear on c-ke
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 sh-t
back with the back and forth, back on our bully sh-t

(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)
sh-t, 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 sh-t is wack

(bobby)
you’ll get fried to a fric-ssee if we was spitting t-t for tat

(kwame)
don’t play no games this ain’t pitty pat i pity that you’re p-ssy like a kitty cat

(bobby)
gimme that! the mic is mine, its like the clash of the t-tans
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!

- bobby j from rockaway lyrics

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