Backhand Rap — A kinetic illustrated tennis backhand on a vintage Merced court with rhythmic psychedelic motion sweeping across the sky

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Backhand Rap

Words by Douglas Heyes Jr. Listen to the recorded versions and follow the lyric below.

Original Doug Heyes lyrics · AI-generated music & vocals

A furious narrator answers betrayal with threats, surveillance and images of escalating street violence. As the confrontation grows, he also urges a family to escape and protect their children. The lyric's unstable movement between retaliation and warning makes its central question increasingly urgent: what is this fight actually for?

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3 recordings. Different voices and arrangements bring another side of the song into the light.

Lyrics

Backhand Rap

Words by Douglas Heyes Jr

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BACKHAND RAP

You better pay attention
It ain't time to take a nap
Did I forget to mention
I've been taking all your crap
You've been staring into space
So, I'll give you a slap
I'm giving you a taste
Of my Backhand Rap

I got eyes in the sky
Watching everything you do
You better run and hide
Cuz I got my eyes on you
I'll bring you down to size
I hope you realize
I'm sick of all your lies
And all the shit you put me through

My hand is getting ready
My trigger finger’s steady
I gave you the best of me
You drove me to insanity
You're raving like a banshee
At the grave of a Comanche
The Comanche is your Enemy
You’ll never see that side of me

Givin’ you a shot of my Backhand Rap
Giving you a shout if you are living in a trap
I can see you drinking something from a paper sack
I think you must be hiding something in your black backpack
I'm going to find out everything there is to know about you
I am right behind you watching everything you do
Here's another taste of my Backhand Rap
I'll be in your face when I'm bustin’ out a cap

You'll be shuffling your stacks in the shack out in the back
The crack of muffled gats and the smoke from chimney stacks
It ain't never going to stop until somebody calls a cop
Going boom boom boom, going pop pop
Gather up your family and get them out of here
Away from the insanity and profanity and fear
Ain't no thing worth dyin’ for, still we gotta fight the War
Do you remember what we're fighting for?

Get a shack down at the shore
Don't come back here anymore
Take your children, keep it real
Be sure to tell them how you feel
Up till now you have been cursed
Your life is running in reverse
From good to bad to worse
Backhand Rap of the Universe

I don't mean to scare you
But I won't be there to bury you
Step out of line just one more time
Be gone and I will be just fine
Long ago, you crossed the line
Well I've been working overtime
Now you fall into my trap
Say goodbye to my Backhand Rap
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