The Reunion

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!