Akua Naru - The Backflip: Reflipped lyrics

(Rockin' with the house, it's your moment
So)
(The original shit, we makin' it, Hot! Yo)
(Cold rock a party in a b-girl stance)
(Warned you, showed you,  you didn't hear)
(Demolition done, competition none)
('Cause we not takin' no shots no more)
(I play my enemies like a game of chess)
(Try to s-step to this, it's light's out)

Rock the hot shit I start the track with, uh
Get acrobatic with this rap shit
Fuck around, might even pull a backflip, uh
Been at this since the days
Of John the Baptist my water rapid
Pullin' Hip-Hop out the casket
These fascist cats get on tracks
And couldn't wrap gifts
My practice, knotty the head, a Johnny Mathis
Dramatic to the flow
My prose in closed caption


For breakfast my crunch be like
"I oppose the captain", uh
Soul on the track, flashback Ol' Gladys
Night falls, I transport you all to Paris
Spit fire fire from a bloodline of dragons
Call a cab quick, get that ass on the wagon
Passion of the 'Ku
Sometimes get pornographic
Why the track so hard? Man
The verse some viagra
Uh, said the verse some
Viagra, 'cause it's hot
Y'all know this shit hot whoa

Don't front, you know this shit hot
Wondering, what's the combination to
My dreadlock? A lot
Word to Moms, I'm so hip hop
I was born with a limp on
The stage when the beat dropped
Don't front, you know this shit hot
Wondering, what's the combination to
My dreadlock? Hey
Word to Moms, I'm so hip hop
I was born with a limp on the stage, y'all

Look, so competitive my flow
Ran for president for Helen Keller kids
I'm hip hop Anne Sullivan
Thought travelling
Walk with the womb of Mary Magdalene
Plus 'Ku rhymes been canonized by the Vatican
Hood Samaritan
Each paragraph come after them
"What's happening Sid?" "Excuse you miss
I'm not having it"
Who want challenge this? 'Nuff came
And left the battle quick, uh
So my game remain the same
While the balance shift immaculate conceive
My blood beams on morphines
I cause dreams to re-arrange the
Way it all seems
Uh, I re-arrange the way it all seems
Ain't y'all know this hot, hot, hot?

Don't front, you know this shit hot
Wondering, what's the combination to
My dreadlock? Hey
Word to Moms, I'm so hip hop
I was born with a limp on
The stage when the beat dropped
Don't front, you know this shit hot
Wondering, what's the combination to
My dreadlock? Hey
Word to Moms, I'm so hip hop
I was born with a limp on the stage, y'all

Look, on the regular
I surpass law instead of the
Same old, I dig flow beyond measures the, uh
Rhyme, '09 gorgeous lady it wrestles us
Back, to sever the laws, the law tried to
Above, the way my flow
Creeps through streets towards competitors
Words, gangster walk
Heat scorch the head to the
Crown, my thoughts shape
Rearrange the seconds, the
Time, that's why, not a sound, boy
Get next to next her
'Ku off the record, huh? Look
Let me tell you, bruh
My whole life a page from
The lost scrolls of Yeshua
Eat your presence off of your tongue
Carve a metaphor the best of the 'Ku, old
School, boo, you better register, i'm back
Uh, hey what?

Don't front, you know this shit hot
Wondering, what's the combination to
My dreadlock? Hey
Word to Moms, I'm so hip hop
I was born with a limp on
The stage when the beat dropped
Don't front, you know this shit hot
Wondering, what's the combination to
My dreadlock? Uh
Word to Moms, I'm so hip hop
I was born with a limp on the stage, y'all
Uh

Uh, you wanna bang that
Knock that, pump that, blast that
Crank that hot hot, hot shit
Right now, y'all, you wanna bang that
Blast that, bump that, crank that hot shit
You wanna bang that
Blast that, crank that, knock that
Pump that hot, hot, hot shit
Right now, y'all, you wanna bang that
Blast that, pump that, crank
That, that hot shit, y'all