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Yo, check the mic, one two, this ain't a lullaby, This is the moment truth hits you, so don't you dare cry. This track's for the duo, the local legend claimers, Rowan and Jamaal, a couple of notorious tamers... Of their own egos. Let the games begin! (Verse 1 - Targeting Jamaal) First up, the guy who thinks he's smooth, they call him Jamaal. Walks around like he's the next big thing, destined to rise and never fall. But the truth is, when the pressure's on, your focus starts to scatter, You got more unfinished projects than holes in a cheese platter. Your sneaker game is loud, but your arguments are weak, And everybody knows that "one last slice" is always you, you freak! You claim the title 'King of Chill,' but when the Wi-Fi's gone, You pace around the room and act like Judgment Day is drawn! (Chorus) It's the District's true boss here, yeah, the truth is coming out, While you two are still arguing what the weather's about. You're the side quests, the filler, the B-roll in my scene, The only thing you master is the art of being mean... To yourselves, when you realize your jokes are rarely keen! (Verse 2 - Targeting Rowan) And then we got Rowan, the meticulous mind, the planner, You schedule spontaneity with a color-coded banner. Your phone's on 'Do Not Disturb,' always analyzing the stats, You're treating every casual hangout like a meeting for the cats! You overthink the dinner order, take an hour just to choose, You're scared to take a risk 'cause you hate the thought of losing. You brought a spreadsheet to the beach, detailing the tides, Man, loosen up the tie! You gotta learn to take a few slides! (Bridge) Together, you're a mess: one's too loud, one's too quiet, One rushes to the finish, the other starts a diet. If I were ranking duos, you'd be somewhere 'round the middle, You're the mismatched socks of friendship, solved by a forgotten riddle. (Outro) So keep your heads up, boys, don't let the truth make you frown, 'Cause when it comes to reigning here, I wear the actual crown. Jamaal, go finish something! Rowan, just let it go! Now drop the beat, I'm out, enjoy the rest of the show!
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Yo, check the mic, one two, this ain't a lullaby, This is the moment truth hits you, so don't you dare cry. This track's for the duo, the local legend claimers, Rowan and Jamaal, a couple of notorious tamers... Of their own egos. Let the games begin! (Verse 1 - Targeting Jamaal) First up, the guy who thinks he's smooth, they call him Jamaal. Walks around like he's the next big thing, destined to rise and never fall. But the truth is, when the pressure's on, your focus starts to scatter, You got more unfinished projects than holes in a cheese platter. Your sneaker game is loud, but your arguments are weak, And everybody knows that "one last slice" is always you, you freak! You claim the title 'King of Chill,' but when the Wi-Fi's gone, You pace around the room and act like Judgment Day is drawn! (Chorus) It's the District's true boss here, yeah, the truth is coming out, While you two are still arguing what the weather's about. You're the side quests, the filler, the B-roll in my scene, The only thing you master is the art of being mean... To yourselves, when you realize your jokes are rarely keen! (Verse 2 - Targeting Rowan) And then we got Rowan, the meticulous mind, the planner, You schedule spontaneity with a color-coded banner. Your phone's on 'Do Not Disturb,' always analyzing the stats, You're treating every casual hangout like a meeting for the cats! You overthink the dinner order, take an hour just to choose, You're scared to take a risk 'cause you hate the thought of losing. You brought a spreadsheet to the beach, detailing the tides, Man, loosen up the tie! You gotta learn to take a few slides! (Bridge) Together, you're a mess: one's too loud, one's too quiet, One rushes to the finish, the other starts a diet. If I were ranking duos, you'd be somewhere 'round the middle, You're the mismatched socks of friendship, solved by a forgotten riddle. (Outro) So keep your heads up, boys, don't let the truth make you frown, 'Cause when it comes to reigning here, I wear the actual crown. Jamaal, go finish something! Rowan, just let it go! Now drop the beat, I'm out, enjoy the rest of the show!