The Reunion

Lyrics

Big Kwam ft. Big Twan - "The Reunion" [Emcee(s): Big Kwam and Big Twan] [Producer(s): The Creators (Juliano & Si Spex)] [Intro: Big Twan and Big Kwam] Big Twan: Yeah, it's on Big Kwam: Word Big Twan: What up, Kwam? Big Kwam: What up, Twan? Big Twan: Know'm saying? Finally, yo. It's time to show these fools, you know, what we're all about Big Kwam: Word up Big Twan: Representing, kid Big Kwam: True that Big Twan: Word is bond. From the days of the pissy staircases Big Kwam: It's on Big Twan: Know what I mean? The split White Owls, B. Word is bond, yo Big Kwam: I remember, kid Big Twan: Yo, show these fools what's it's all about, god Big Kwam: Aight [Hook: Big Twan and Big Kwam] Ayyo, Kwam What up, Twan? How we do? Strictly bomb, spark The wack like traum, ring the alarm. Ayyo, Kwam What up, Twan? How we do? Strictly bomb, spark The wack like traum, ring the alarm [Verse 1: Big Kwam] What? The orchestrator of stage rackets for wage packets Engaged in tactics I made to flip the page backwards Fuck the politics. Twan/Kwam apocalypse Body-blow hits like Chun-Li with helicopter kicks Non-believers, keep on the low like Caesars. Terminal- -ill skill while half of y'all don't even have fevers Word to Jesus, I rap well and excel While vets tell their man I'm fed enough to make his head swell Rap piranhas from Boston to Bahamas write lines Because they promise with prophecies like Nostradamus You wanna battle? Bring regiments, remember this: Shoulder mic-to-mic, toe-to-toe, Kwam'll never flinch I get colder than December rocking GUESS shorts Express thoughts of pain like zipping flies and getting flesh caught It takes a miracle to see me, yo. I'm moving on The D-L-O with my crew who blew like the PLO Cats debated on how tracks created Encapsulated my life and all of its traps evaded Now I made it, I know that I'ma stand strong Long as I put my fam on. Fuck it, here go my man Twan [Verse 2: Big Twan] It's The Hellgate Rebel, Big Twan, the bomb, but Before I start, give me a light and turn the mic on And watch me rip through like a chainsaw do lumber I play your number and leave you sleeping like a slumber I bend men, win ten out of ten, nothing but sin Sit back and blend, I attack with pens on this pack of men I'll pick you up like ginseng tea. In- -stantly, my sentence be leave you bent in three I tear beats, rub shit in like hair grease Keep my dreams, sneak, increase the heat, breathe the technique I brawl more, soar from New York to Arkansas I be sparking all and leave you open like a shopping mall I pull your card like a soothsayer, I'm a true Player-slayer, you a prenatal, disabled new player I'll leave you sloppy like ice and slush, and I'm Nice enough to slice a truck of emcees with mics, and what? I'll leave you flat like a white bitch ass, write Hits fast, snipe shit, lash. Yo, Kwam, light this hash I'll plug you in like Christmas tree lights. This'll Be trife. I hit you with strikes, my shit is too tight [Hook: Big Kwam and Big Twan] Ayyo, Twan What up, Kwam? How we do? Strictly bomb, spark The wack like traum, ring the alarm. Ayyo, Twan What up, Kwam? How we do? Strictly bomb, spark The wack like traum, ring the alarm [Verse 3: Big Twan and Big Kwam] Yo My shit's stronger than I, die of spite. Try My mic and you'll die tonight like an ass, aight? So don't even start. Style sharp like poison darts Laced with lidocaine and placed in your hot heart My best'll be saved for recipes made with malice Your chest'll be caved, so test and be slayed. We're calloused—what? And remorseless. My fortress deep with fleets Of elite forces of speech sorcerers. Yo I open foes, froze souls like a road To roll souls to Hell in a flash when my brain swell Depict cannons with wrist spasms, split atoms Shit happens to be rock-solid like brick cabins I done left many senseless mortuaries Tortured every, buried niggas with no coffin, jetty Kwam forever climb, lines fold niggas like Valentine's Spiritual, balanced mind shine divine in these violent times [Hook: Big Kwam and Big Twan] Ayyo, Twan What up, Kwam? How we do? Strictly bomb, spark The wack like traum, ring the alarm. Ayyo, Kwam What up, Twan? How we do? Strictly bomb, spark The wack like traum, ring the alarm [Outro: Big Kwam and Big Twan] Big Kwam: Yeah, yeah, and that's how we do, you know'm saying? Gotta say what's up to my man P.A. Black Big Twan: No doubt, no doubt, peace to the god Criminal Chi on lockdown Big Kwam: Word up, peace to the god Terror Big Twan: Word is bond, Mike Dawg kicking the ill shit Big Kwam: You know'm saying? My man Showtime, what up? Big Twan: Word is bond, and, yo, we can't forget Stretch Armstrong and Bobbito Big Kwam: Word up, one love, one love, you know'm saying? Big Twan: No doubt. Famalam Big Kwam: Famalam Big Twan: Uh, and you don't stop Big Kwam: My man Big Twan, Famalam Big Twan: Yo, my man Big Kwam, Famalam, yo Big Kwam: No doubt, we're like, "What, kid?" Famalam Big Twan: No, no doubt, son. Yo, that's how we do for the… Big Kwam: Word up, '96, '97 style Big Twan: Word up, yo. Chill, yo. Word Big Kwam: Yo, let's go get some ass, son. Word up. Haha. Hahaha. Yo, light that Owl! It's time!