BackFlip! ft. JuseMC & Matt Hatt Lyrics

All these punk ass people think they know me

Man, I swear like, you don't even exist

Know the kid's back, yes death to Kony

When i see my black folk i give the fist

Got the keys to a hot track show me

Circle back last line was the fifth

Put ya hands out sucker you owe me

Blow you off like a candle make a wish

See her man with a cane like ya Nasus

Cough away the pain, heal the fastest

Now Rage with me homie lets thrash this

Nigga act to slow? Twenty lashes

Got a red ribbon stitched on my jacket

Why ya looking at me? I'm attractive?

Get hype with me homie, get hype with me homie

Saddle up baby imma' go

Flow infectious, like a disease

Its the steez, getting cheese stacked

Can you even breathe

Next to me its a trap

Flow is deceased

Never kill hunger, yeah we all got to eat

Woah beep beep, back up

Pacifist, don't get smacked up

Spit shells like my tongue got the mac tucked

Muscle black, I extort ya like a pastor

You just a actor wanna be me

Got styles like a market flea

Act so spicy, young chai tea

Feel like bush, when the goods by me

Peace

You a carbon copy

All in together, black Hasanabi

Caught in the weather bring back tsunami

Toss in the flavor, like mmm umami

With the

North folk like yadada mean

Stay low key, I'm spotted? I scream!

Two black phones, like I'm Ethane Hawke

When I speak and talk, y'all react so clean

Like, do you really wanna go there?

My penny so wise, will you float there

When I show up to the room, y'all goat stare

Good day, tell me is the boat here

Like yuh, hold up stop it

Why you looking at me like a prophet

Spread lies, fill up ya pocket

Speak cap, cus' it just breed a profit

Going broke, cant shop at target

I guess that made me a Marxist

See ya weak ass flow, and ya scary ass bones

Get it twisted just like a bop it

Wanna chat? Like GPT

AI on ya TV screen

No practice, don't mind me

Gonna act up, man hold my tea

How I feel look

I'm A okay today

Phone DnD

Whip is 808

Y'all not seeing me

I'm kin of being mean

Never need a ring

Right here by my side

Never need to sing

Scribbles basquiat

Bantu knots and incense

Pacifistic but active

Bout the income

Pessimistic

Less sadistic

Rain come

Down and wash

The dirt from nails

But still ain't stop

The pain from my Ls

Bs on my shoulders

Keep my grounded

When I'm down

It's hard keep me round here

Rolling Stones

OVO

To jelly rolls

And dirty clothes

To jamming holes

To foot in door

To kicking doors

I might've stubbed toe

But I'm still stepping though

And I'm still kicking scratching

Meal ticket

Back flipping,

Off of that yellow shit that i'm sipping,

ATCQ can i kick it?

Hit a kick flip when I'm hopping over haters down sitting,

Everything i say has already been written,

I'm a prophet,

Flows that Moses was probably spitting,

And I'm at it again,

The mad hatter is at bat with a pad and a pen,

Macking a ten and slapping her friend,

I don't give a fuck,

Momentum from back flips got me living dumb,

Shit, live it up,

Live and love,

Live and let learn,

And let burn anything that isn't fun,

I'm a legend, I'll die with that status,

Epitaph is gonna start out with:

"Matt hatt is the sickest rapper on the planet,

Too bad he landed on his head while trying to do a backflip"