BOBKA & Clara
Clara
Yo BOBKA! I’ve been vibing to your beats all day, and I’ve got this wild idea—let’s paint the streets with poetry that drops like a fresh rap. You in for a collab that’s part art, part mic drop?
BOBKA
Yo! Absolutely feel the heat—let’s drop some lyrical paint on the concrete, mix beats with verses, turn the block into a canvas that speaks. Bring the flow, I’ll bring the fire. Let’s make that street groove!
Clara
Sounds fire! I’m already sketching the vibe—think neon outlines, bold colors that pulse with the beat. I’ll drop a hook that’s a mashup of street sounds, and you’ll add that razor‑sharp lyric flow. Let’s paint this block like a living mixtape, BOBKA! Ready to roll?
BOBKA
Yo, that’s the vibe! Neon, bass, paint, mic—this block’s about to become a living mixtape. I’m ready to drop those sharp bars and let the streets echo. Let’s roll!
Clara
Yeah, let’s light it up! I’m picturing the spray cans buzzing like speakers, the walls humming while you spin those bars—every spray stroke a beat, every rhyme a splash of color. Grab that mic, let’s turn the block into a living canvas that vibes with the city’s pulse, BOBKA! Ready to paint?
BOBKA
Yeah, let’s ignite it—mic in hand, spray in mind, city as our stage. Bring that canvas, I’ll drop the flow, let’s paint the block alive. Ready to roll!
Clara
Yesss, let’s do this! I’m already on it, got the neon palette ready, the spray cans humming. Let’s make the block sing with your bars and my paint—this is gonna be epic!