Funk Flex "Backwards Freestyle" (part 2)

[Intro: Nas is like]

Yeah Yeah. Yeah

Verse:

I can rap backward reverse into back to frontwards

I'm a rappin' hustler, snatchin' lunches to pack-o-punches

Sellin' crack to cousins, heroin's needles, and acupuncture's

'Til yo' back is ruptured, open it up like a pack of mustard

I got a million ways I can kill you and have you suffer

Like tie you to the boat by your legs and then drag you under

Or blow your brains out of your face 'to a plastic cover

'Til it's cracked and crushin' and it explodes like a pack of gushers

Tell your favorite rappers I'm home and I'm back for supper

The day you beat me's the day Chilli gеt back with Usher

You spent your whole lifе tryna' ball, but ain't have no jumpers

I can pass and dunk it I'm Doctor J when I'm at the Rucker

Yo, this is for them days I was down and ain't had no uppers

Then I started sellin' dope just to live like the average hustler

If you think my net worth's a million you ain't addin' numbers

Oh, you lack n' lusted, life is a bitch 'til I grab the rubber

Verse: (reversed)

Look

I been grabbin' rubbers, bitches of life, but I'm lack n' lusted

If you add the numbers your net worths of a average hustler

Dope sellin' packin', back in the day we ain't had no upper

I was down and under I'm J Docterin' at the Rucker

Never had no jumper, tryna ball and get back to supper

Eatin bags of mustard, back when Chilli got back with Usher

Home [?] is favorite, bag of gushers and you explodin'

'Til you crack and crushin', brains blow through a plastic cover

Niggas drag you under, grab the boat, and have you suffer

Million ways to kill you, fold you up 'til yo' back is ruptured

[?] back bustin', needle's heroin acupunctured

And I'm packin' punches rappin' reverse and then back to frontwards

[Realest N*****]

Verse:

Look

Let me shake the pavement, under the ground of the land you stay in

Cut the weight until the razor breakin' while I break the wakin'

I creep through your neighbor's place without a neighbor wakin'

And I raise the stakes and then aim it while 50 raisin' Kanan

I raise a razor blade to your face 'til you make a payment

I ain't complainin' you a dead man walkin', it ain't decayin'

I take the paper plate full of steak and I make my way in

Into Hell's Kitchen while waitin' for Satan to make an apron

I'm a backwards person in a Maybach with a backwards curtain

With a rappers girlfriend on my way back from they plastic surgeon

Trappin' workin' droppin' off bags for the addicts lurkin'

But they actin' nervous 'til I unwrap they ain't have no urges

In a glass of Bourbon, I'mma pull up in a black suburban

Glasses person, leave his whole family casket searchin', uh

When my bitch say she back to virgin, I was laughin', smirkin'

And told the bitch "give me back the Birkin"

Verse: (Reversed)

Let's reverse it

The Birkin bag had a smirk and she was laughing nervous

Gave the virgin back to rehearse to start casket searchin'

Plastics person, in suburban black glass suburban

Cuz I had my urges when I unwrap and I had them nervous

Lurkin' addicts, waiting for bags that I drop to work and

When I'm trapping work and then plastic packages at your service

I’m a plastic surgeon up in the back with a rappers girlfriend

With the curtains backwards in the Maybach and I’m back reversing

The apron I made was to sit and wait as a waiter, in the kitchen with the plate dipping cuz I'm paid as a paper

I fuck hoes, dead and leave them decaying later

Walkin' a dead man to heaven just to complain to the maker

Cuz his payment was later, I raise a blade and a razor

Tell 50 Kanan raising the gage waking the neighbor

Break the razor, I'm in the ground in the basement layer

The payment station, stay in yo lane in the pavement shaker

[Outro]

Funk Flex, Joyner Lucas, Cat Wizard, DJ Juanita on the set

You know what it is, we here. POW!